Actions: Pizza Hut: Make shape of hut in air Kentucky Fried Chicken: Flap elbows up and down McDonalds: Put hands on top of head for arches Burger King: Put hands on head with fingers up to make crown Long John Silvers: Mimic sword play Red Lobster: Hold up arms and bring fingers down on thumbs like lobster claws Dairy Queen: Mimic milking a cow Chucky Cheese: Mimic throwing a pizza in air Roy Rogers: Mimic riding a horse.A good Cub Scout,A good Cub Scout,A new Tiger Cub and a good Cub ScoutA good Cub Scout,A good Cub Scout,A busy young Wolf Cub and a good Cub ScoutWe are Cub Scouts!We are Cub Scouts! A growing fast Bear Cub and a good Cub ScoutWe are Cub Scouts!We are Cub Scouts! A pack leading Webelos and a good Cub Scout

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A Song That Gets on Everybody's Nerves

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves,Everybody's nerves,Yes, on everybody's nerves.I know a song that gets on everybody's nervesAnd this is how it goes...

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout.Down came the rain and washed the spider out.Out came the sun and dried up all the water.The itsy bitsy spider said... WHOA, ain't that Funky now![Clap, Clap]

Rub-a-dub-dub-dub three men in a tub,...WHOA, ain't that Funky now![Clap, Clap]

Ole King Kole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he.He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl,And he said...WHOA, ain't that Funky now![Clap, Clap]

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She has so many children, she said...WHOA, ain't that Funky now![Clap, Clap]

Hey diddle diddle the cat and fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon.The little dog laughed to see such sportAnd cat said...WHOA, ain't that Funky now![Clap, Clap]

Little boy blue come blow your horn, The sheeps in the meadow, the cows in the corn...WHOA, ain't that Funky now![Clap, Clap]

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheepAnd doesn't know where to fine them...WHOA, ain't that Funky now![Clap, Clap]

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow,And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go...WHOA, ain't that Funky now![Clap, Clap]

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Akela

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

See the B-I-N-G-O song.

We have a leader we all love, Akela is his name-o. A-K-E-L-A A-K-E-L-A A-K-E-L-A Akela is his name-o.

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Akela's Trail

Intended for:

Tiger Scouts, Wolf Scouts, Bear Scouts

Notes:

Tune: It's a Small World

Lyrics:

It's a world of fun, it's a world of joy,And a smile comes easy to every boy.Things that we've learned today,Lead along Akela's way.We are Cub Scouts after all.

Chorus:We are Cub Scouts after all,To all Cub Scouts send the call.Show Akela we stand tall,We are Cub Scouts after all.

Take his trail it goes Wolf, Bear, Webelos.As our doodles show, it's not far to go.Now our goal is in sight,It's the Arrow of Light.We are Cub Scouts after all.- Chorus

When we seek our quest, we will do our best,On Akela's trail, we will never fail.And without any doubts,We will be loyal Scouts.We are Cub Scouts after all.- Chorus

(Vencent Latour 1979, Cubmaster pack 280, Boynton Beach, FL)

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All God's Critters

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Chorus:All God's critters got a place in the choirSome sing lower and some sing higherSome sing out loud on the telephone wireAnd some just clap their hands or paws,Or anything they got now.

Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottomWhere the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamusMoans and groans with a big t'doAnd the old cow just goes moo.

The dogs and the cats they take up the middleWhile the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles,The donkey brays and the pony neighsAnd the old coyote howls.Chorus

Listen to the top where the little birds singOn the melodies with the high notes ringing,The hoot owl hollers over everythingAnd the jaybird disagrees.

Singin' in the night time, singing in the day,The little duck quacks, then he's on his way.The 'possum ain't got much to sayAnd the porcupine talks to himself.Chorus

It's a simple song of living sung everywhereBy the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear,The grumpy alligator the the hawk above,The sly raccoon and the turtle dove.Chorus

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All the Raindrops

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

If all the raindropsWere lemondrops and gumdropsOh, what a rain that would be!Standing outside, with my mouth open wideAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahIf all the raindropsWere lemondrops and gumdropsOh, what a rain that would be!

If all the snowflakesWere candy bars and milkshakesOh, what a snow that would be!Standing outside, with my mouth open wideAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahIf all the snowflakesWere candy bars and milkshakesOh, what a snow that would be!

If all the sunbeamsWere bubblegum and ice creamOh, what a sun that would be!Standing outside, with my mouth open wideAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahIf all the sunbeamsWere bubblegum and ice creamOh, what a sun that would be!

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All You Etta

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune (Alouette): Your browser does not support the audio element.Fun after dinner for a filler or while doing dishes.

Lyrics:

Chorus: All you etta, think of all you etta, All you etta think of all you et.

Think of all the [bread] you et, All the [bread], All you et, Ohhhh . . . - Chorus

(Repeat replacing [bread] with each food you had.)RavioliChorus: Ravioli, I like ravioli.Ravioli, it's the best for me.

Leader: Have I got it on my chin?All: Yes, you've got it on your chin.Leader: On my chin?All: On your chin.All: Oooooooooh... into Chorus.

Alligator

The alligator is my friend.He can be your friend too.If only you would understandThat he has feelings, too.- Chorus

The alligator laughs and sings.He never cries the blues.I'd rather have him as my friendThan have him for my shoes.- Chorus

The alligator ate my friend.He can eat your friend too.If only you would understandThat he is hungry, too.- Chorus

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America

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring.

My native country, thee, Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills,My heart with rapture thrillsLike that above.

Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all the trees,Sweet freedom's song;Let mortal tongues awake,Let all that breathes partake,Let rocks for silence break,The sound prolong.

Our fathers' God to Thee,Author of libertyTo thee we sing;Long may our land be bright,With freedom's holy light,Protect us by thy might,Great God, our King.

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America, the Beautiful

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self the country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stem impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought By pilgrim foot and knee!

O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife When once and twice, for man's avail Men lavished precious life! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free!

Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh.Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam,Until we meet once more,Here's wishing you a happy voyage home. The Original VersionStand Navy down the field, sails set to the sky.We'll never change our course, so Army you steer shy-y-y-y.Roll up the score, Navy, Anchors Aweigh.Sail Navy down the field and sink the Army, sink the Army Grey.

Get underway, Navy, decks cleared for the fray,We'll hoist true Navy Blue o Army down your Grey-y-y-y.Full speed ahead, Navy; Army heave to,Furl Black and Grey and Gold and hoist the Navy, hoist the Navy Blue

Blue of the Seven Seas; gold of God's great sunLet these our colors be till all of time be done-n-n-ne,By Severn shore we learn Navy's stern call:Faith, courage, service true, with honor over, honor over all.

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Announcements

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Announcements, announcements, announcements!What a terrible way to die,A terrible way to die,A terrible way to be talked to death.A terrible way to die.

Announcements, announcements, announcements!(London Bridge)Make the announcements short and sweet,Short and sweet,Short and sweet. Make the announcemnts short and sweet,They're so BORING!

Announcements, announcements, announcements!(Ever Seen a Windmill)Have you ever seen a windbag,A windbag, a windbag?Have you ever seen a windbag?Well, there's one right now.Swings this way and that way,And this way and that way,Have you ever seen a windbag?Well there's one RIGHT NOW!

Announcements, announcements, announcements!(What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor)What do you do with a loud Cubmaster?What do you do with a loud Cubmaster?What do you do with a loud Cubmaster,Early in the evening?

Hit him in the face with a chocolate cream pie!Hit him in the face with a chocolate cream pie!Hit him in the face with a chocolate cream pie,Early in the evening!

Announcements, announcements, announcements!Row, row, row your boatGently down the streamThrow the announcements overboard and listen to them scream.Row, row, row your boatGently down the stream.Ha Ha! Fooled you,I'm a submarine.

Announcements, announcements, announcements!The man stood up to talk. He talked real long and hard.He talked so long I wrote this song,On the lid of a can of lard!He's got something to say.I'm sure it must be good.But if he talks too long today,we'll leave its understood.

Announcements, announcements, announcements!We've got a silly cheer, That you've just got to hear!It makes no sense we're sure you know,The announcements have to GO!

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Ants Go Marching

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching one by one,The little one stops to suck his thumbAnd they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching two by two,The little one stops to tie his shoeAnd they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching three by three,The little one stops to climb a treeAnd they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching four by four,The little one stops to shut the doorAnd they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching five by five,The little one stops to take a diveAnd they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching six by six,The little one stops to pick up sticksAnd they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching seven by seven,The little one stops to pray to heavenAnd they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching eight by eight,The little one stops to shut the gateAnd they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching nine by nine,The little one stops to check the timeAnd they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrahThe ants go marching ten by ten,The little one stops to say 'THE END'And they all go marching down to the groundTo get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Back to Gilwell

The Wood Badge song.The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

I used to be a Beaver, and a good ol' Beaver too,But now I've finished Beaver-ing,I don't know what to do,I'm growing old and feeble,And I can Beaver no more,So I'm going to work my ticket if I can.

Chorus:Back to Gilwell, happy land;I'm going to work my ticket if I can.

Verses:I used to be a BobwhiteI used to be an EagleI used to be a FoxI used to be an OwlI used to be a BearI used to be a BuffaloI used to be an AntelopeI used to be a Staffer

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Battle Hymn of the Republic

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.

In the beauty of a stable Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His presence that transfigures you and me, And he died to make men holy, Let us live to make men free; While God is marching on. Chorus

Chicken SandwichI walk into a restaurant And this is what I cry: 'I want a chicken sandwich, Cup of coffee, piece of pie.' Oh, you will surely hear me Sing this song until I die! 'I want a chicken sandwich, Cup of coffee, piece of pie.'

It isn't any trouble just to S-M-I-L-E It isn't any trouble just to S-M-I-L-E There isn't any trouble that won't vanish like a bubble, If you only take the trouble just to S-M-I-L-E.

It isn't any trouble just to G-R-I-N, grin.

It isn't any trouble just to L-A-U-G-H

It isn't any trouble just to HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!

I went fishing at the lakeWith worms and pole and pail, To catch a fish for supper, But instead I caught a whale. I climbed upon his slippery back, And took myself a ride, But he swam so fast I slipped right off, And landed right inside.

Glory, glory hallelujah, That's a tall tale I told to ya, Shakes and shivers running through ya, (Spoken) Here comes another one, worse than the other one.

An astronaut invited me To take a ride in space. We blasted off one morning, For a most unusual place. We landed on a planet, After many weeks of flight; We saw three-headed elephants, A most unusual sight.

Glory, glory hallelujah That's a tall tale I told to ya.Do you believe that it is true, ya? (Spoken) Well it's not!

I dug a hole to plant a tree One warm and sunny day.I dug so deep I couldn't get out To run and jump and play. I thought to keep on digging Was the best thing I could do. So I made a hole clean through the earth, And then I fell right through.

Battle Hymn Scouting Verses

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

The WeekendI have seen the sky in darkness, I have seen it in the sun,I have felt the rain upon me, I've enjoyed the snowy fun.When the weather isn't cloudy or the wind it doesn't blow.It isn't only raining, it's the weekend too, you know.Glory, glory, it's the weekend!Glory, glory, it's the weekend!I can tell because it's raining and it's 42 below,As we Scouts go marching on.Ode to a Den LeaderAfter raising six sweet daughters, I was glad to have a son. I thought of all the games we'd play, the picnics, hikes and fun. I thought of how we'd sit and talk for hours when day is done. Oh, wasn't I the foolish one.

Chorus:Glory, glory, I'm a leader. How'd I get to be a leader? All I ever wanted was to have a little fun Cub Scouting with my son.

I tried to make excuses and their pleas to ignore. I said, 'I'm not equipped!' they said, 'Oh, yes you are, what more, We will train you in the basics and outfit you for the corps.' And they shoved me out the door.

Chorus

They taught me how to sing a song and how to tie a knot. They taught me how to do a skit, make puppets on the spot. They taught me all I'd need to know, at least that's what I thought. 'Til a Cub came in with a snake that he'd caught!

Chorus

The time arrived for hiking, just my Webelos den and me. They say the woods are full of many sights for you to see. I know we sure were sights when we were found, eventually. And I do this all for free.

Chorus

But even though I mumble and I grumble and I pout And many times I wonder what's the best way to get out. When all is said and done there really isn't any doubt. I'm glad to be a scout!

Glory, glory, I'm a leader! I'm so glad to be a leader! When all is said and done and then they lay me to my rest, They'll say I did my best!

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Battle of New Orleans

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

In eighteen fourteen we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip'. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans, And we fought the bloody British near the town of New Orleans.

Chorus: We fired our guns but the British kept a comin'. There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began a runnin', Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We looked down the river and we seen the British come, And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum. They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring. We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing. - Chorus

Ol' Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise, If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eyes. We held our fire 'til we seen their faces well, Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em ... Well, ... - Chorus

We fired our cannons 'til the barrel melted down, Then we grabbed an alligator and we fired another round. We filled his mouth with cannon balls and powdered his behind, And when we set the powder off the 'gator lost his mind. oh, ... - Chorus

They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles. They ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go. They ran so fast, the hounds couldn't catch 'em, Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. - Chorus

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Be a Good Scout

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Deanna Durbin sang this in the 1938 movie "That Certain Age".

Lyrics:

Be a good Scout, and always wear a smile, Be a good Scout, be cheerful all the while, It's the creed, yes indeed, that a Scout must practice gaily.

Help those in need - do a Good Turn daily, Be a good Scout - be Loyal, Clean and Brave, Never say die, just let your banner wave, On your honor, do your best When they put you to the test. And always be a good scout.

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Be Kind to Your Webfooted Friends

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Be kind to your web-footed friendsFor that duck may be somebody's mother,She lives in a nest in a swampWhere the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,We're going to sing it again,Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

[Repeat the song but sing it a bit higher. Continue for as many rounds as you can stand.]

Finally, end with:You may think that this is the end....Well you're right!Be kind to your old umbrella,For some day it may be under the weather.Be kind to your old pair of shoes,And they'll keep out the rain and mud.Be kind to your fur-bearing friends,For a skunk may be somebody's brother.Be kind to your friends with the stripesIncluding raccoons and snipes.

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Beans in my Ears

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

My mommy said not to put beans in my ears!Beans in my ears! Beans in my ears!My mommy said not to put beans in my ears!B-E-A-N-S in my ears!

Now why would I want to put beans in my ears?Beans in my ears? Beans in my ears?Now why would I want to put beans in my ears?B-E-A-N-S in my ears?

You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears!Beans in your ears! Beans in your ears!You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears!B-E-A-N-S in your ears!

Beverly Hillbillies

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Come listen to a story about a man named Jed A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed, Then one day he was shootin' at some food, And up from the ground came a bubblin' crude. Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Well the first thing you know ol' Jed's a millionaire, His kinfolk said, 'Jed, move away from there!' They said, 'Californy is the place you oughtta be.' So, they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly. Hills, that is, Swimmin' pools, movie stars.

Well now its time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin. And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin' in. You're all invited back next week to this locality To have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality

Hillybilly that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.

Y'all come back now, y'hear?

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Big Bad John

Every morning at the mine you could see him arriveHe stood six foot six and weighed two forty fiveKinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hipAnd everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big John.Big JohnBig JooooooohnBig Bad John

Nobody seemed to know where John called homeHe just drifted into town and stayed all aloneHe didn't say much, kinda quiet and shyAnd if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John.

Somebody said he came from New OrleansWhere he got in a fight over a Cajun QueenAnd a crashin' blow from a huge right handSent a Lousiana fella to the Promised Land - Big JohnBig JohnBig JooooooohnBig Bad John

Then came the day at the bottom of the mineWhen a timber cracked and men started cryin'Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fastEverybody thought that they'd breathed their last-'cept John

Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hellWalked a giant of a man that the miners knew wellGrabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groanAnd like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone - Big JohnBig JohnBig JooooooohnBig Bad John

With all of his strength he gave a mighty shoveThen a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!"And twenty men scrambled from a would-be graveNow there's only one left down there to save - Big John

With jacks and timbers they started back downThen came that rumble way down in the groundAnd then smoke and gas belched out of that mineEverybody knew it was the end of the line for Big JohnBig JohnBig JooooooohnBig Bad John

Now they never reopened that worthless pitThey just placed a marble stand in front of itThese few words are written on that standAt the bottem of this mine lies a big, big man - Big JohnBig JohnBig JooooooohnBig Bad John

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Bill Grogan's Goat A Favorite Song

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Leader sings and then everyone repeats at each (*)

Lyrics:

Bill Grogan's goat,* was feeling fine.*Ate three red shirts,* right off the line.*

Bill took a stick,* gave him three whacks,* And tied him to,* the railroad tracks.*

He gave three moans,* of mortal pain,* Barfed up those shirts,* and flagged that train.*

The Engineer,* got out to see,* What in the world,* this thing could be.*

And when he saw,* It was a goat,* Pulled out his knife,* and cut it's throat.*

Now Billy Goat* is really dead,* He went to heaven,* without a head.*

And when he got there,* St. Peter said,* 'Dear Billy Goat,* where is your head?'*

I do not know,* I can not tell,* For all I know,* It just may be ...*

Way down yonder in the paw paw patch.*

(can migrate right into the Paw Paw Patch song)

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Billboard

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Version 1As I was walking down the street a billboard caught my eye.The advertising that was there would make you laugh or cry.The wind and rain had almost washed that old billboard away.But the advertising painted there would have that billboard say:

Have a smoke of Coca-Cola. Chew catsup cigarette's.Watch Lillian Russell wrestle with a box of oysterettes.Pork and beans will meet tonight in a finish fight.Hear Chauncey DePeeuw speak upon sapolio tonight.

Bay rum is good for horses; it is the best in town.Castoria cures the measles, if you pay ten dollars down.Teeth extracted without pain, a nickel or half a dime.Ingersolls are selling now, a little behind the times.

Chew Wrigleys for that headache. Eat Campbells for that cough.There's going to be a swimming bee at the village watering trough.Buy a case of ginger-ale, it makes the best of broth.Shinola's good to curl the hair, it will not rub it off!

Version 2As I was walking down the street one dark and gloomy dayI came upon a billboard and much to my dismayThe sign was torn and tattered from the storm the night beforeThe wind and rain had done it's work and this is what I saw:

So take your next vacation in a brand new FrigidaireLearn to play the piano in your winter underwearDoctors say that babies should smoke until they're threeAnd people over 65 should bathe in Lipton Tea.

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BINGO

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

There was a farmer had a dog,And Bingo was his name-o.B-I-N-G-OB-I-N-G-OB-I-N-G-OAnd Bingo was his name-o.

There was a farmer had a dog,And Bingo was his name-o.(clap)-I-N-G-O(clap)-I-N-G-O(clap)-I-N-G-OAnd Bingo was his name-o.

There was a farmer had a dog,And Bingo was his name-o.(clap)-(clap)-N-G-O(clap)-(clap)-N-G-O(clap)-(clap)-N-G-OAnd Bingo was his name-o.

There was a farmer had a dog,And Bingo was his name-o.(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-G-O(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-G-O(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-G-OAnd Bingo was his name-o.

There was a farmer had a dog,And Bingo was his name-o.(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-O(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-O(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-OAnd Bingo was his name-o.

There was a farmer had a dog,And Bingo was his name-o.(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)And Bingo was his name-o.

BoogaLoo

(have everyone stand in a circle linking arms around their neighbors' shoulders or waists. everyone stomps their feet loudly as marching in place to the beat.)(when the leader yells out, everyone else has their heads bowed. They raise their heads to yell out "What's that you say?")

Leader: Let me see your Frankenstein!All: What's that you say?Leader: I say, Let me see your Frankenstein!All: What's that you say?Leader: I say, Let me see your Frankenstein!All: What's that you say?All: (everyone unlinks arms and walks around like Frankenstein) around ) I say, aaargh, grrr, ... like Frankstein sounds.

Additional Verses:Let me see your Elephant.Let me see you Eat Peanut Butter.Let me see your Grizzly Bear.Let me see you Kung Fu Fighting.... more as you can imagine.

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Boom Boom Ain't It Great to be Crazy

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Chorus: Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy? (or Camping, or Scouting, or ...) Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy? Giddy and foolish the whole day through Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy?

A horse and a flea and three blind mice Sat on a curbstone shooting dice The horse he slipped and fell on the flea 'Whoops,' said the flea, 'There's a horse on me!' - Chorus

Way down South where bananas grow A grasshopper stepped on an elephant's toe The elephant cried, with tears in his eyes 'Why don't you pick on someone your own size?' - Chorus

Way up North where there's ice and snow There lived a penguin and his name was Joe He got so tired of black and white He wore pink pajamas to the dance last night! - Chorus

Eli, Eli had some socks A dollar a pair and a nickel a box The more you wear 'em the better they get And you put 'em in the water and they don't get wet! - Chorus

Late last night, I had a real strange dream, Ate a nine-pound marshmallow my mom gave me, When I woke up, I knew somethinf was wrong, I looked around and saw my pillow was gone! - Chorus

Star Wars Style:I said a zoom chicka zoomI said a zoom chicka zoomI said a Luke I am your father Join the Dark Side chicka zoom.

There are other Styles to say the normal lyrics rather than making up other words:Baby styleGrandpa style - with lips wrapped over teethFrankenstein styleOpera SingerUnderwater - wiggle finger over lips

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Brady Bunch Theme

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Here's the story, Of a lovely lady, Who was bringing up three very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, Like their mother, The youngest one in curls.

Here's the story, Of a man named Brady, Who was busy with three boys of his own. They were four men, Living all together, but they were all alone.

Till the one day when the lady met this fellow, and they knew that it was much more than a hunch That this group Must somehow form a family. That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch, The Brady Bunch, the Brady Bunch.That's the way we became the Brady Bunch.

March along, sing our song, with the Army of the freeCount the brave, count the true, who have fought to victoryWe're the Army and proud of our nameWe're the Army and proudly proclaim First to fight for the right,And to build the Nation's might,And The Army Goes Rolling AlongProud of all we have done,Fighting till the battle's won,And the Army Goes Rolling Along.

Then it's Hi! Hi! Hey!The Army's on its way.Count off the cadence loud and strong (TWO! THREE!)For where e'er we go,You will always knowThat The Army Goes Rolling Along.

Valley Forge, Custer's ranks,San Juan Hill and Patton's tanks,And the Army went rolling alongMinute men, from the start,Always fighting from the heart,And the Army keeps rolling along.

Then it's Hi! Hi! Hey!The Army's on its way.Count off the cadence loud and strong (TWO! THREE!)For where e'er we go,You will always knowThat The Army Goes Rolling Along.

Men in rags, men who froze,Still that Army met its foes,And the Army went rolling along.Faith in God, then we're right,And we'll fight with all our might,As the Army keeps rolling along.

Then it's Hi! Hi! Hey!The Army's on its way.Count off the cadence loud and strong (TWO! THREE!)For where e'er we go,You will always knowThat The Army Goes Rolling Along

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Call a Scout

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: If You're Happy Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

When you're down and feeling blue, Call a Scout.They will know just what to do, Call a Scout.If you're ever in a hurry, Don't take the time to worry, All you have to do is shout, Call a Scout.

If you need a helping hand, Call a Scout. They'll take your garbage out, Call a Scout.If the traffic that you meet, Has you scared to cross the street, They'll be there to help you out, Call a Scout.

Now the Scouts are always helpful, Don't you see. They will lend a helping hand, To you and me. For they're wise in what they do. They are kind and cheerful too. And they always help you out. Call a Scout.

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Camp

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

The busses that you ride in, they say are mighty fine. But when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind.

Charlie on the M.T.A.

This is an old political song from a Boston mayorial election in 1949.The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Let me tell you the story Of a man named Charlie On a tragic and fateful day He put ten cents in his pocket, Kissed his wife and family Went to ride on the MTA

Charlie handed in his dime At the Kendall Square Station And he changed for Jamaica Plain When he got there the conductor told him, 'One more nickel.' Charlie could not get off that train.

Chorus: Did he ever return, No he never returned And his fate is still unlearn'd He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston He's the man who never returned.

Now all night long Charlie rides through the tunnels Saying, 'What will become of me? How can I afford to see My sister in Chelsea Or my cousin in Roxbury?'

Charlie's wife goes down To the Scollay Square station Every day at quarter past two And through the open window She hands Charlie a sandwich As the train comes rumblin' through. - Chorus

As his train rolled on Through Greater Boston Charlie looked around and sighed, 'Well, I'm sore and disgusted And I'm absolutely busted; I guess this is my last long ride.'

Now you citizens of Boston, Don't you think it's a scandal That the people have to pay and pay Vote for Walter A. O'Brien And fight the fare increase Get poor Charlie off the MTA. - Chorus

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CHICKEN

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Oh, C, that's the way it beginsOh, H, that's the second letter inI, I am the thirdOh, C, that's the fourth letter in this wordOh, K, I'm fillin' inE, I'm near the endOh, C H I C K E N - that am the way to spell Chicken.

Chicken Lips and Lizard Hips

Oh, when I was a camper, I never liked to eat;the cook put things upon my plate, I'd dump them on his feet;but then one day he made this soup, I ate it all in bed;I asked him what he put in it, and this is what he said.

I went into the bathroom and stood beside the sink;I said I'm feeling slightly ill, I think I'd like a drink;The cook he said, "I've just the thing, I'll get it in a wink;it's full of lots of protein, and vitamins I think." - Chorus

Light she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine, Alas for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.

In a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle does entwine, There grow roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine.

Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine, Thought he oughter join his daughter, now he's with his Clementine.

In my dreams she still does haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine, While in life I used to hug her, now she's dead I draw the line.

How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine, Until I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.

Now you Scouts all heed my warning in this tragic tale of mine, Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation would have saved my Clementine.

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Climbing up Sunshine Mountain

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Lyrics:

We're climbing up Sunshine Mountain (climbing actions)Where the little breezes blow (make blowing noises with hand around mouth)We're climbing up Sunshine Mountain (climbing actions)Faces all a glow (make actions to cool down face with hands)Turn your back on all your troubles (turn around)Reach up to the sky (stretch arms above head reaching for sky)We're climbing up Sunshine Mountain (climbing actions)You and I, You and I (point to yourself then to someone not currently singing)

(When you have gone through the song on your own, the scout that you pointed to sings with you. Then, you each point to another so 4 are singing, then 8, ... until everyone sings it once.)

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Comin' Round the Mountain

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot toot)She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot toot)She'll be coming round the mountain, She'll be coming round the mountain,She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot toot)

She'll be driving six white horses when she comes (whoa back)She'll be driving six white horses when she comes (whoa back)She'll be driving six white horses, She'll be driving six white horses,She'll be driving six white horses when she comes (whoa back, toot toot)

Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes (hi babe)Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes (hi babe)Oh, we'll all go out to meet her, we'll all go out to meet her,We'll all go out to meet her when she comes (hi babe, whoa back, toot toot)

She'll have to sleep with Grandma when she comes (snore snore)She'll have to sleep with Grandma when she comes (snore snore)She'll have to sleep with Grandma, She'll have to sleep with Grandma,She'll have to sleep with Grandma when she comes (snore snore, scratch scratch, hi babe, whoa back, toot toot)

We'll kill the old red rooster when she comes (squack squack)We'll kill the old red rooster when she comes (squack, squack)We'll kill the old red rooster, We'll kill the old red rooster,We'll kill the old red rooster when she comes (squack squack, snore snore, scratch scratch, hi babe, whoa back, toot toot)

We'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes (yum yum)We'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes (yum yum)We'll all have chicken and dumplings, We'll all have chicken and dumplings,We'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes (yum yum, squack squack, snore snore, scratch scratch, hi babe, whoa back, toot toot)

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Coming of the Frogs

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the frogs.They are sneaking thru the swamps and they are lurking in the logs.You can hear their mournful croaking through the early morning fog.The frogs keep hopping on.

The frogs have grown in numbers and their croaking fills the air.There's no place to escape because the frogs are everywhere.They've eaten all the flies and now they're hungry as a bear.The frogs keep hopping on. (Chorus)

They've hopped into the living room and headed down the hall.They've have trapped me in the corner and my back's against the wall.And when I opened up my mouth to give a warning call,This was all I heard.(Chorus)

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Country Roads

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Lyrics:

Chorus: Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong - West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home Country Roads.

Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. Life is old there, older than the trees, Younger than the mountains, blowin' like a breese.

I hear her voice in the mornin' hours she calls me. The radio reminds me of my home far away. And drivin' down the road I get a feelin' That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.

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Crazy Moose

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

(audience repeats after leader)

There was a crazy moose (there was a crazy moose) Who liked to drink a lot of juice (who liked to drink a lot of juice) There was a crazy moose (there was a crazy moose) Who liked to drink a lot of juice (who liked to drink a lot of juice)

Daniel Boone

Daniel Boone was a man,Yes, a big man!With an eye like an eagleAnd as tall as a mountain was he!

Daniel Boone was a man,Yes, a big man!He was brave, he was fearlessAnd as tough as a mighty oak tree!

From the coonskin cap on the top of ol' DanTo the heel of his rawhide shoe;The rippin'est, roarin'est, fightin'est manThe frontier ever knew!

Daniel Boone was a man,Yes, a big man!And he fought for AmericaTo make all Americans free!

What a boon, what a do-er,What a dream come-a true-er was he!

Daniel Boone was a man,Yes, a big man!With a whoop and a hollerHe could mow down a forest of trees.

With a knife and a gun he never did failThere was nothin' he could not tame.He blazed a big wide liberty trailThrough history's hall of fame.

Daniel Boone was a man,Yes, a big man!With a dream of a countryThat would always forever be free.

What a boon, what a do-er,What a dream come-a true-er was he!

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Davy Crockett

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Born on a mountain top in TennesseeGreenest state in the Land of the FreeRaised in the woods so's he knew every treeKilt him a b'ar when he was only three.Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!

In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uproseAddin' redskin arrows to the country's woesNow, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knowsSo he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes.Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!

Off through the woods he's a marchin' alongMakin' up yarns an' a singin' a songItchin' for fightin' and rightin' a wrongHe's ringy as a b'ar and twice as strong.Davy, Davy Crockett, The buckskin buccaneer!

Andy Jackson is our general's nameHis reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shameThem redskin varmints us volunteers'll tame'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim.Davy, Davy Crockett, The champion of us all!

Headed back to war from the ol' home placeBut Red Stick was leadin' a merry chaseFightin' and burnin' at a devil's paceSouth to the swamps on the Florida Trace.Davy, Davy Crockett, Trackin' the redskins down!

Fought single-handed through the Injun WarTill the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in storeAnd while he was handlin' this risky choreMade hisself a legend for evermore.Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!

He give his word and he give his handThat his Injun friends could keep their landAnd the rest of his life he took the standThat justice was due every redskin band.Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his promise dear!

Home fer the winter with his family,Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree,Bein' the father he wanted to be,Close to his boys as the pod and the pea.Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his young 'uns dear!

But the ice went out and the warm winds cameAnd the meltin' snow showed tracks of gameAnd the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flameAnd all of a sudden life got too tame.Davy, Davy Crockett, Headin' on West again!

Off through the woods we're ridin' alongMakin' up yarns and singin' a songHe's ringy as a b'ar and twice as strongAnd knows he's right 'cause he ain't often wrong.Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!

Lookin' fer a place where the air smells cleanWhere the trees is tall and the grass is greenWhere the fish is fat in an untouched streamAnd the teamin' woods is a hunter's dream.Davy, Davy Crockett, Lookin' fer Paradise!

Now he'd lost his love an his grief was gallIn his heart he wanted to leave it allAnd lose himself in the forests tallBut he answered instead his country's call.Davy, Davy Crockett, Beginnin' his campaign!

Needin' his help they didn't vote blindThey put in Davy 'cause he was their kindSent up to Nashville the best they could findA fightin' Spirit and a thinkin' mind.Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!

The votes were counted and he won hands downSo they sent him off to Washin'ton townWith his best dress suit still his buckskins brownA livin' legend of growin' reknown.Davy, Davy Crockett, The Canebrake Congressman!

He went off to Congress and served a spellFixin' up the Gover'ment and laws as wellTook over Washin'ton so we heared tellAnd patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell.Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear!

Him and his jokes travelled all through the landAnd his speeches made him friends to beat the bandHis politickin' was their favorite brandAnd everyone wanted to shake his hand.Davy, Davy Crockett, Helpin' his legend grow!

He knew when he spoke he sounded the knellOf his hopes for White House and fame as wellBut he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tellAnd patched up the crack In the liberty Bell.Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear!

When he come home his politickin' doneThe western march had just begunSo he packed his gear and his trusty gunAnd lit out grinnin' to follow the sun.Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin' the pioneer!

He heard of Houston and Austin and soTo the Texas plains he jest had to goWhere freedom was fightin' another foeAnd they needed him at the Alamo.Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!

His land is biggest and his land is bestFrom grassy plains to the mountain crestHe's ahead of us all meetin' the testFollowin' his legend into the West.Davy Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!

Dixie

I wish I was in the land of CottonOld times there are not forgottenLook away! Look away! Look away!Dixie Land

In Dixie Land where I was bornearly on one frosty mornLook away! Look away! Look away!Dixie Land

ChorusThen I wish I was in DixieHooray! Hooray! In Dixie LandI'll take my standTo live and die in DixieAway! Away! Away! Down South in Dixie.Away! Away! Away! Down South in Dixie.

Ole Missus married "Will the Weaver"Willum was a gay deceiverLook away! Look away! Look away!Dixie LandBut when he put his arm around her,He smiled fierce as a forty pounder,Look away! Look away! Look away!Dixie Land

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaverBut that did not seem to grieve 'erLook away! Look away! Look away!Dixie LandOle Missus acted the foolish partAnd died for a man that broke her heartLook away! Look away! Look away!Dixie Land

Now here's to the health of the next ole MissusAn' all the gals that want to kiss us;Look away! Look away! Look away!Dixie LandBut if you want to drive 'way sorrowCome and hear our song tomorrowLook away! Look away! Look away!Dixie Land

Do Your Ears Hang Low

Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Can you throw them over your shoulder like a continental soldier? Do your ears hang low?

Do your ears hang high? Do they reach up to the sky? Do they droop when they're wet? Do they stiffen when they're dry? Can you semaphore your neighbor with a mimimum of labor? Do your ears hang high?

Do your ears hang wide? Do they flap from side to side? Do they wave in the breeze? From the slightest little sneeze? Can you soar above the nation with a feeling of elation? Do your ears hang wide?

Do your ears flip-flop?Can you use them for a mop?Are they stringy at the bottom?Are they curly at the top?Can you use them for a swatter?Can you use them for a blotter?Do your ears flip-flop?

Do your ears hang askew? Can you use one stirring stew, while the other's picking berries, or making mountain dew? Can you hold an elevator, while you signal to a waiter? Do your ears hang askew?

Do your ears fall off? When you give a great big cough? Do they lie there on the ground? Or bounce up at every sound? Can you stick them in your pocket like little Davy Crockett? Do your ears fall off?

Do your eyeballs droop? Do they wobble in your soup? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a loop? Can you throw them o'er your shoulder, Like a continental soldier? Do your eyeballs droop?

Does your nose hang down? Does it drag upon the ground? Can you tie it in a knot? Can you tie it in a crown? Can you throw it over your shoulder, Like a continental soldier? Does your nose hang down?

Do your eyes bug out? Do they roll around your snout? Do you go cross-eyed, When you're looking for a trout? Can you see your image clearer, Without looking in the mirror? Do your eyes bug out?

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Dog Bean

Intended for:

All Scouts

Preparation:

Have at least one accomplice that has a dog name ready.

Notes:

You should pronounce 'been' formally like 'bean'.If you start with less obvious names and work towards the obvious, it may take new guys longer to figure out the joke.

Lyrics:

My dog Rover likes to roamOne day Rover left his homeHe came back, nice and cleanWhere oh where had Rover been?Rover been, Rover beenWhere oh where had Rover been?

[Say this part]Hey, Joe! (or Bob or Larry or ...) Yeah? Do you have a dog? Yeah!What's your dog's name? Jelly!

Joe's dog Jelly likes to roam One day Jelly left his home He came back, nice and clean Where oh where had Jelly bean? Jelly bean, Jelly bean Where oh where had Jelly bean?

Don Derbeck's Sausage Machine

There was a man from my home town,His name was Don Derbeck.He sold a lot of sausages and sauerkraut by heck.He makes the finest sausages that you have ever seen.Because he had invented a sausage-link machine.

Chorus:Oh, Mister Don Derbeck,How could you be so mean?I told you you'd be sorryFor inventing that machine.All the neighbors' cats and dogsWill never more be seen,They've all been ground to sausagesIn Don Derbeck's machine.

One day a little neighbor boy came walking in the store.He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor.The boy began to whistle and he whistled up a tune.And all the little sausages followed him 'round the room.- Chorus

One day the meat inspector came a-knocking at the door,He said, "I've come to check your shop, so give me money more!"Donnie got real angry, and pushed him in the meat.He fired up the old machine and now there's more to eat.- Chorus

One day there was a shortage, there was no meat to grind.So Donnie called the city pound to see what he could find.They said, "We're out of business, we keep the strays no more.""But we'll refer all future finds directly to your store."- Chorus

One day the school's head cook, he had a brilliant thought.He'd spend the cash in Donnie's store for meat that he had sought."Seven pounds of hot DOGS," the recipe did read.The irony was that the taste was fabulous, indeed!- Chorus

Have you ever wondered, when you go to camp.The food is good and plentiful and never gives a cramp.But early in the morning you'll see the trucker go,And lettered on the driver's door is "Don Derbeck & CO."- Chorus

One day the machine got busted. The blamed thing wouldn't go.So Don Derbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so.His wife, she had a nightmare, and walking in her sleep,She gave the crank a heck of a yank and Don Derbeck was meat.- Chorus

She woke to see him leaving, ground up by the machine.But being oh so practical, she added spice and greens.She sold the tasty sausage, then boarded up the scene.And that's the last we ever heard of Don Derbeck's machine!- Chorus

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Don't Fence Me In

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, Don't fence me in!Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in!

Let me be by myself in the evenin' breezeAnd listen to the murmur of the cottonwood treesSend me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in!

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddleUnderneath the western skies.On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonderTill I see the mountains rise.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commencesAnd gaze at the moon until I lose my senses,I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences,Don't fence me in!

She threw them in the lake - the fish began to regurgitate.She threw them on my bed - now my poor Teddy's deadShe threw them in her bed - now dad sleeps in the shedShe threw them under the bed - left all the cockroaches deadShe served them up for lunch - but no one wanted muchShe put them in the fridge - now we all live under a bridgeShe threw them in the sky - now Superman refuses to flyShe threw them in the air - now Superman's on medicare She threw them over the fence - haven't seen the neighbor sinceShe threw them on the wall - now Spiderman won't crawlShe threw them on the ceiling - now the paint's all peelingShe threw them in a boat - now that boat can't floatShe threw them at the cat - now the cat's a welcome matShe threw them on the clock - now the clock don't tick or tockShe threw them up towards heaven - brought down a 7-4-7She threw them in the garbage can - killed 3 rats and the garbage manShe threw them in the washing machine - now all the clothes are greenShe threw them at a squirrel - made that poor squirrel hurlShe threw them at a rock - that rock got up and walkedShe threw them at a bus - you should have heard it cussShe threw them at a flower - now it's praying for an April showerShe threw them in the fire - that made the fire expireShe threw them in my Coke - I took a sip and nearly croaked.She threw them at the sun - Made the sun dial 911She threw them on a telephone wire - Started the Chicago fireShe threw them in a hole - Wouldn't touch 'em with a 10 foot poleShe thew them in outer space - That's the end of the human raceShe threw them at King Kong - That's the end of this silly song

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Down By the Bay

Intended for:

Tiger Scouts, Wolf Scouts, Bear Scouts

Lyrics:

Chorus:Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow,Back to my home, I dare not go,For if I do, my mother will say...

Did you ever see a moose, kissing a goose,Down by the bay?Chorus

Did you ever see a whale, with a polka dot tail,Down by the bay?Chorus

Did you ever see a fly, wearing a tie,Down by the bay?Chorus

Did you ever see a bear, combing his hair,Down by the bay?Chorus

Did you ever see llamas, eating their pajamas,Down by the bay?Chorus

Did you ever see an octopus, dancing with a platypus,Down by the bay?Chorus

Did you ever have a time, when you couldn't make a rhyme,Down by the bay?

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Down By the Riverside

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Lyrics:

Gonna lay down my sword and shieldDown by the riversideDown by the riversideDown by the riversideGonna lay down my sword and shieldDown by the riversideAin't gonna study war no more.

Refrain:I ain't gonna study war no more,I ain't gonna study war no more,Study war no more.I ain't gonna study war no more,I ain't gonna study war no more,Ain't gonna study war no more.

Gonna stick my sword in the golden sandDown By the riversideDown by the riversideDown by the riversideGonna stick my sword in the golden sandDown by the riversideAin't gonna study study war no more.

Gonna put on my long white robeDown By the riversideDown by the riversideDown by the riversideGonna put on my long white robeDown by the riversideAin't gonna study study war no more.

Gonna put on my starry crownGonna put on my golden shoesGonna talk with the Prince of PeaceGonna shake hands around the world

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Drunken Sailor

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

What do you do with a drunken sailor?What do you do with a drunken sailor?What do you do with a drunken sailor?Early in the morning?

Chorus:Way, hay up she rises,Way, hay, up she rises,Way, hay, up she rises,Early in the morning!

Verses:Put him in the scuppers with the hose pipe on him.

Hoist him aboard with a running bowline.

Put him in the brig until he's sober.

Make him turn to at shining bright work.

Put him in a boat and row him over.

Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm.

Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end.

Take 'im and shake 'im and try an' wake 'im.

Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts a flipper.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor.

That's what you do with a drunken sailor.

What do you do with a sleepy camper, What do you do with a sleepy camper, What do you do with a sleepy camper, Early in the morning?

ChorusWay, hey late ye risers Way, hey late ye risers Way, hey late ye risers Early in the morning.

Throw him the lake with his pants on backwards. Throw him the lake with his pants on backwards. Throw him the lake with his pants on backwards. Early in the morning. Chorus

Hit him in the face with a sopping beachtowel. Hit him in the face with a sopping beachtowel. Hit him in the face with a sopping beachtowel. Early in the morning. Chorus

Put him into bed an hour sooner. Put him into bed an hour sooner. Put him into bed an hour sooner. Early in the morning. Chorus

Susie Jones was milking in the barn Saw him fall and ran inside to tell her mom that...- Chorus

Susie's Mom was Baking Cracklin BreadCalled old Joe and told him that her Susie said that...- Chorus

Then Old Joe he laid his plow asideGrabbed his cane and hobbled into town and cried that...- Chorus

To the well everybody cameWhat a shame it took so long to say his name that...Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky BrownWHO?Eddie Koochie Catchinary Toesinary Moesinary Sammy Gammy Wacky Brown - DROWNED!

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Erik the Viking

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: (Mr. Ed) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

A Norse is a Norse of course, of course,But who's ever heard of a snoring Norse,Unless, of course, that snoring Norse isThat viking, Erik the Red.

Go right to the source and ask a NorseIf he ever rode on a viking horse.A member of the Viking forceIs the famous Erik the Red.

Vikings like to sail around to pass the time of day.But Erik the Red will always sail after his old beard turns gray.

A Norse is a Norse, of course,And the loudest of all the snoring NorseIs the famous Norse who looks like a horse,The famous, Erik the Red.

Mr. EdA horse is a horse, of course, of course, and no one can talk to a horse of course That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mr. Ed.

Go right to the source and ask the horse he'll give you the answer that you'll endorse. He's always on a steady course. Talk to Mr. Ed

People yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day But Mister Ed will never speak unless he has something to say.

A horse is a horse, of course, of course, and this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse. You never heard of a talking horse? Well listen to this. 'I am Mister Ed.'

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Everywhere We Go

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

(Leader sings a line and all repeat)

Everywhere we go-oPe-ople want to know-oWho we a-areAnd where we come fromSo we tell them We're from [name of town]Mighty, mighty [town]And if they can't hear us We sing a little louder

(Repeat, get louder each time until you reach your limit)

...And if they can't hear usThey must be DEAF!!!!

An alternate version:Everywhere we go-oPe-ople want to know-oWho we a-areAnd, So we tell them We're the [name of group]Mighty, mighty [group]And if they can't hear us We sing a little louder

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Father's Old Grey Whiskers

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Lyrics:

I have a dear old daddyFor whom I nightly pray,He has a set of whiskers,They're always in the way.

Chorus:They're always in the way,The cows eat them for hay,They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt,They're always in the way.

Around the supper table,We make a happy group,Until dear father's whiskers,Get tangled in the soup.Chorus

Father had a strong back,But now it's all caved in,He stepped upon his whiskers,And walked up to his chin.Chorus

We have a dear old mother,With him at night she sleeps,She wakes up in the morning,Eating shredded wheat.Chorus

We have a dear old Mommy,She likes his whiskers, too.She uses them for cleaningAnd stirring up a stew.Chorus

We have a dear old brotherWho has a Ford machine.He uses Daddy's whiskersTo strain the gasoline.Chorus

We have a dear old sister.It really is a laugh.She sprinkles Daddy's whiskersAs bath salts in her bath.Chorus

We have a little brother,His name is Sonny Jim.He climbs up daddy's whiskersTo sock him in the chinChorus

We have a little sister, Her name is Mary Anne.She uses daddy's whiskersTo wipe the frying pan.Chorus

We have another sister, Her name is Ida Mae.She climbs up Daddy's whiskersAnd braids them every day.Chorus

Daddy fought in Flanders, He wasn't killed, you see:His whiskers looked like bushes And fooled the enemy.Chorus

When Daddy goes in swimming, No bathing suit for him.He ties his whiskers 'round his waistAnd happily jumps in.Chorus

Daddy went out sailing, The wind blew down the mast.He hoisted up his whiskers And never went so fast.Chorus

Daddy was in a tavern; He likes his lager beer.He pinned a pretzel to his noseAnd kept his whiskers clear.Chorus

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Fee Fly A Favorite Song

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Just repeat each line after the leader. Each time through going faster and louder.

Flee. Flee Fly. Flee Fly Mosquito. Calamine, Calamine, Calamine Lotion. Oh no, no no not the lotion. Itchy, itchy, scratchy, scratch Ooh, I got one down my backy. Ick went the Bug when I sprayed him with the Spray Can. Shhhhhh!!

Finest Pack of Cub Scouts

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: (Yellow Rose of Texas) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

We're the finest Pack of Cub Scouts, That you have ever seen. We're loyal and we're honest, We're never rude or mean. We're proud to wear our uniform, We like the Gold and Blue. You know that you can count on us, To live our Promise true.

We follow our Akela, We always do our best. We work on our advancement, We rarely stop to rest. We learn while earning badges, Cub Scouts know more than most. We learn to be good citizens, About that we can boast.

We love our God and country, We respect our fellow man. We're busy doing good turns, We help each time we can. We're proud to be Americans, We fly our flag to show Our land is free for you and me To live and learn and grow.

Meat, meat, we must have meat, Fresh and juicy cow meat, Ham and pickled pigs feet, Veal, lamb and pork chops too, Any kind of meat will do.

Fish, fish, we all want fish, Fish that isn't bony, Nor a little phony. Fresh fish, we won't eat stale, Any kind of fish but whale.

Pie, pie, we all want pie, Apple, peach and cherry, Cheese and huckleberry, Mince pie is very fine. That's the way that we boys dine!

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Found a Peanut

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: (Clementine) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut just now. Just now I found a peanut, found a peanut just now.

It was rotten, it was rotten, it was rotten just now. Just now it was rotten, it was rotten just now.

Additional verses...:Ate it anyway Got a stomachache Called the doctor Had surgery Died anyway Went to Heaven Forgot my teddy bear Went after it Back in Heaven Kicked an angel Went the other way Found a peanut Threw it away

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Frankenstein

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: (Clementine) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

In a castle, on a mountain,Near the dark and murky Rhine.Dwelt a doctor, the concoctor,Of the monster, Frankenstein.

From the Indies to the Andes, what a missionStopping only now and then to do some fishin'And he went without a copyright permission'Twas a very, very daring thing to do'Twas a very, very daring thing to do

From the whereses to the whatses in his whosesWell now we forgot his name so excuse usBut his uncle is a barber who shampooses'Twas a very, very daring thing to do

Otto Zilch - he's the idol of the nationHe'll be called to the Senate for investigation.

He took a parasol that was his Mama'sAnd he crossed the mountains riding yellow llamasWhich he dressed in purple polka-dot pajamas'Twas a very, very daring thing to do

And he carried for a spare a pair of pantiesBut they didn't fit him well they were his auntie'sFrom the Indies to the Andes in his undies'Twas a very, very silly thing to do'Twas a very, very silly thing to do

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Ghost Chickens in the Sky

Intended for:

All Scouts

Preparation:

Nothing really needed at all, but we had some action during each chorus with 'chickens' (wearing disposable rubber gloves like swim caps) and a farmer (with a cardboard cut out axe) chasing each other around. Also if someone knows the guitar chords for the original song it adds a lot to have the accompaniment

Notes:

The Tune: (Ghost Riders in the Sky) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day,He stopped to sit beside the coup to break along his way,When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye,It was a sight he dreaded...Ghost Chickens in the sky.

The farmer had raised chickens since he was twenty-fourBeen workin' for the Colonel some thirty years or moreRaisin' all thise chickens then sending them to fryNow they want revenge... Those chickens in the sky. (Chorus)

Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes a burnin' red,They had no meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead.They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw.They cooked him extra crispy...and ate him with coleslaw.(Chorus - repeat last line)

Ghost Riders in the Sky

An old cowpoke went rdin' out one dark and windy day.Upon a ridge, he rested as he went along his way.When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw,A-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw.

Yipppie aye-aaaYippie aye-oohGhost riders in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.Their horns were black and shining and their hot breath he could feel.A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky.For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry.Yippie-aye-aaaYippie-aye-oohGhost riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat.They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet.'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky,On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry.Yippie-aye-aaaYippie-aye-oohGhost riders in the sky.

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name."If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range,Then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride.A-trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies."Yippie-aye-aaaYippie-aye-oohGhost riders in the sky.

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Gilligan's Island

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip. That started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship.

The mate was a mighty sailing man, the skipper brave and sure. Five passengers set sail that day, for a three hour tour. a three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost, the Minnow would be lost.

The ship took ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle, with Giligan, the skipper too, The millionaire, and his wife, The movie star, The professor, and MaryAnn, here on Gilligan's Isle.

So this is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long, long time. They'll have to make the best of things, it's an uphill climb.

The first mate, and his skipper too, will do their very best to make the others comfortable in this tropic island nest.

No Phones, No lights, No Motorcars, Not a single luxury. Like Robinson Crusoe It's primitive as can be.

So join us here each week, my friend, you're sure to get a smile, from seven stranded castaways, Here on Gilligan's Isle!

Gladys the Cow

Oh, we grow things mighty big down in Kentucky But there's nothing in that state that can compare To a cow that we once had us And the name of her was Gladys Boy, you should have seen the neighbors stop and stare. She stood 10 feet tall and had one purple eyeball It took eight of us to milk her, here is why: She had 27 spigots And the tourists all bought tickets Just to watch us milk and hear us loudly cry-y-y-y...

Chorus:Oh, pass the udder udder and I'll pass it to my brudder And I'll pass the udder udder dis-a-way So we passed the udder udder and I passed it to my brudder Oh, we really had our hands full every day.

We created quite a spectacle, I grant you But we milked her just as pretty as you please And while people said, 'How funny,' We raked in enough durn money To go out and order ermine BVDs. Father turned her on her back one Sunday morning Gladys said 'I'm upside down, now what's the gag?' 'Well, the reason why,' said Pop, 'is so the cream will be on top.' 'Gosh,' the cow said, 'in that case, it's in the bag!' Chorus

Now our Gladys was a star in cattle circles Though she couldn't read or write her name in full You would think she'd been to college Although she herself acknowledged That she gained her fame entirely by pull. Gladys said to us one cold and wintry morning She said, 'Milking is the thing I dearly loves, But when I get a cold it lingers And I can't stand icy fingers So go on back in the house and get your gloves!' Chorus

Form an orange, form, form an orange. (Lift arms above head.) Form an orange, form, form an orange.Peel an orange, peel, peel an orange. (Lower one arm.)Peel an orange, peel, peel an orange. (Lower other arm.) Squeeze an orange, squeeze, squeeze an orange. (Turn to neighbor and hug/squeeze them.)Squeeze an orange, squeeze, squeeze an orange.

Build the house, build, build the house. (Arms form roof over head.)Build the house, build, build the house.Paint the house, paint, paint the house. ('Paint' your neighbor.)Paint the house, paint, paint the house.Rock the house, rock, rock the house. (Dance)Rock the house, rock, rock the house.

Form some corn, form, form some corn. (Arms above head in corn shape.)Form some corn, form, form some corn.Shuck some corn, shuck, shuck some corn. (Arms lower one at a time.)Shuck some corn, shuck, shuck some corn.Pop some corn, pop, pop some corn. (Jump and clap your hands.)Pop some corn, pop, pop some corn.

Form the cow, form, form the cow. (Kneel down on hands and knees.)Form the cow, form, form the cow.Tip the cow, tip, tip the cow.(Roll over onto your back.)Tip the cow, tip, tip the cow.Have a cow! Have, have a cow! (Shake arms and legs in the air.)Have a cow! Have, have a cow!

Form the mullet, form, form the mullet. (Slick back your hair.)Form the mullet, form, form the mullet.Grease the mullet, grease, grease the mullet. (Rub hands in hair.)Grease the mullet, grease, grease the mullet.Rock the mullet! Rock, rock the mullet! (Nod head vigorously.)Rock the mullet! Rock, rock the mullet!

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God Bless America

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her,Through the night, with a light from above.

From the mountains, to the prairies, To the oceans, white with foam.God bless America, my home sweet home.

God bless America, my home sweet home.

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God Bless My Underwear

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: (God Bless America) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

God bless my underwear, my only pair.Stand beside them, and guide them,Through the rips, through the holes, through the tears.From the washer, to the dryer, to my backpack, to my rear.God bless my underwear, my only pair.God bless my underwear, or I'll be bare.

God bless my underwear That I wear down there. I outgrow them, then throw them, Those who wear them will never be square When the bully, gives a wedgie Pray that they won't ever tear God bless my underwear, my only pair. God bless my underwear, or I'll need to share.

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God Bless the USA

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Lyrics:

If tomorrow all the things were gone,I'd worked for all my life.And I had to start again,with just my children and my wife.

I'd thank my lucky stars,to be livin' here today.'Cause the flag still stands for freedom,and they can't take that away.

And I'm proud to be an American,where at least I know I'm free.And I wont forget the men who died,who gave that right to me.

And I gladly stand up,next to you and defend her still today.'Cause there a'int no doubt I love this land,God bless the USA.

From the lakes of Minnesota,to the hills of Tennessee.Across the plains of Texas,From sea to shining sea.

From Detroit down to Houston,and New York to L.A.Well there's pride in every American heart,and its time we stand and say.

That I'm proud to be an American,where at least I know I'm free.And I won't forget the men who died,who gave that right to me.

And I gladly stand up,next to you and defend her still today.'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land,God bless the USA.

And I'm proud to be and American,where at least I know I'm free.And I won't forget the men who died,who gave that right to me.

And I gladly stand up,next to you and defend her still today.'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land,God bless the USA.

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Goin' On a Lion Hunt

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Audience repeats each line after leader.

Lyrics:

Chorus:Goin' on a lion hunt.Got me a gun.I'm not afraid.Look, what's up ahead?

A Gate!Can't go over it.Can't go under it.Can't go around it.Gotta go through it. [Make creaking sound and open gate with hand]- Chorus

Tall Grass!Can't go over it.Can't go under it.Can't go around it.Gotta go through it. [Push grass out of the way with hands]- Chorus

A Cave!Can't go under it.Can't go around it.Can't go over it.Gotta go through it. [hold a light out in front and walk forward]- Chorus

Spiderwebs!Can't go around it.Can't go through it.Can't go over it.Gotta go under it. [scrunch down protecting head with hands]- Chorus

Spiderwebs!Can't go around it.Can't go through it.Can't go over it.Gotta go under it. [scrunch down protecting head with hands]- Chorus

Bushy Tail!Big Eyes!Bigger Teeth!Bigger Roar!A Lion!!!Let's get out of here -[leader yells out the obstacle and everyone quickly does the actions]Spiderwebs! - under the spiderwebs,Cave! - out of the cave,Mountain! - over the mountain,Quicksand! - around the quicksand,Tree! - over the tree,River! - through the river,Grass! - through the grass,Gate! - through the gate.

Whew, we made it!

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Goober Peas

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day Chatting with my mess-mates passing time away Lying in the shadows underneath the trees Goodness how delicious eating goober peas.

When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule To cry out their loudest, 'Mister, where's your mule?' But another custom, enchanting-er than these Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.

Chorus

Just before the battle, the General hears a row He says 'The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now.' He looks down the roadway and what d'you think he sees? The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas.

Chorus

I think my song has lasted just about enough. The subject's interesting but the rhymes are mighty rough. I wish the war was over so free from rags and fleas We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, say good-bye to goober peas.

Chorus

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Grand Old Captain Kirk

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: (Grand Old Duke of York) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

The Grand old Captain Kirk, he had ten thousand men. He beamed them up to the Enterprise and beamed them down again. And when you're up, you're up,(stand) and when you're down, you're down,(crouch way down) and when you're only halfway up, you're nowhere to be found.(crouch halfway and wave arms back and forth)

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Grand Old Duke of York

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

The Grand old Duke of York, He had ten thousand men. He marched them up the hill, [Everyone stands up] And marched them down again. [Everyone sits down]And when you're up, you're up;[Everyone stands up]And when you're down, you're down.[Everyone sits down]And when you're only halfway up, [Everyone crouch stand]You're neither up nor down!

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Grand Old Flag

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

She's a grand old flag,She's a high flying flag,And forever in peace may she wave.

She's the emblem of, The land I love,The home of the free and the brave.

Every heart beats true,For the red, white, and blue,With never a boast or a brag.

Should old acquaintance be forgotKeep your eye on the grand old flag.

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Grandma's Feather Bed

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,We used to go down to Grandma's house every month end or so.We'd have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big feather bed.

Chorus:It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick.Made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick. It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old folks'd spit and chew.Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny'd sing a ballad or two.I'd sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning in the middle of the old feather bed.- Chorus

Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.I been fishing with my uncle, I wrassled with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, ew!But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be saidThat I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma's feather bed.- Chorus

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Granny's In the Cellar

Intended for:

Boy Scouts, Webelos Scouts

Lyrics:

Granny's in the cellar.Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,Cooking Biscuits on that darn old greasy stove.In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin' in the batterAnd she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.

Chorus:Down her nose, down her nose,And she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin' in the batter,And she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.

Granny's in the cellar.Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,Cooking Grits on that darn old greasy stove. On her belly, there's some zits that keep poppin' in the grits,And she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.

Chorus:Down her nose, down her nose,And she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.On her belly, there's some zits that keep poppin' in the grits,And she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.

Granny's in the cellar.Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,Cooking Crabs on that darn old greasy stove.On her elbow, there's some scabs that keep fallin' in the crabs,And she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.- Chorus

Granny's in the cellar.Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,Cooking Fries on that darn old greasy stove.On her belly there's a boil that keeps oozin' in the oil,And she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.- Chorus

Granny's in the cellar.Oh Lordy can't ya smell her,Cooking Rice on that darn old greasy stove.In her hair there is some lice that keep jumpin' in the rice,And she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.- Chorus

Granny's in the cellar.Oh Lordy can't ya smell her, Cooking Cobbler on that darn old greasy stove. Her glass eye is a wobbler and keeps fallin' in the cobbler,And she whistles while the [Sniff] drips down her nose.- Chorus

Green Berets

Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men we'll test today But only three win the Green Beret

Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by night and day Courage deep, from the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men we'll test today But only three win the Green Beret

Back at home a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret.

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Green Grass Grew All Around

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

There was a hole in the middle of the groundThe prettiest hole that you ever did see.Well, the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

And in this hole there was a rootThe prettiest root that you ever did seeWell the root in the holeAnd the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

And on this root there was a treeThe prettiest tree that you ever did seeWell the tree on the rootAnd the root in the holeAnd the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

And on this tree there was a branchThe prettiest branch that you ever did seeWell the branch on the treeAnd the tree on the rootAnd the root in the holeAnd the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

And on this branch there was twigThe prettiest twig that you ever did seeWell the twig on the branchAnd the branch on the treeAnd the tree on the rootAnd the root in the holeAnd the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

And on this twig there was a nestThe prettiest nest that you ever did seeWell the nest on the twigAnd the twig on the branchAnd the branch on the treeAnd the tree on the rootAnd the root in the holeAnd the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

And in this nest there was an eggThe prettiest egg that you ever did seeWell the egg in the nestAnd the nest on the twigAnd the twig on the branchAnd the branch on the treeAnd the tree on the rootAnd the root in the holeAnd the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

And in this egg there was a birdThe prettiest bird that you ever did seeWell the bird on the eggAnd the egg in the nestAnd the nest on the twigAnd the twig on the branchAnd the branch on the treeAnd the tree on the rootAnd the root in the holeAnd the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

And on this bird there was a wingThe prettiest wing that you ever did seeWell the wing on the birdAnd the bird on the eggAnd the egg in the nestAnd the nest on the twigAnd the twig on the branchAnd the branch on the treeAnd the tree on the rootAnd the root in the holeAnd the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

And on this wing, there was a featherThe prettiest feather that you ever did seeWell the feather on the wingAnd the wing on the birdAnd the bird on the eggAnd the egg in the nestAnd the nest on the twigAnd the twig on the branchAnd the branch on the treeAnd the tree on the rootAnd the root in the holeAnd the hole in the groundAnd the green grass grew all around and aroundAnd the green grass grew all around.

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Green Green

Intended for:

Boy Scouts, Webelos Scouts

Lyrics:

Well I told my mama on the day I was born, "Don't you cry when you see I've gone, There ain't no woman gonna settle me down, I just got to be traveling on."

Chorus:Green, green, it's green they say, On the far side of the hill. Green, green, I'm goin' away To where the grass is greener still.

Now, there ain't nobody in the whole wide world Gonna tell me how to spend my time. I'm just a good lovin' ramblin' man, saying, "Buddy, can you spare a dime?" - Chorus

Yeah, I don't care when the sun goes down Where I lay my weary head. Green, green valley or rocky road, It's there I'm gonna make my bed.

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Grey Squirrel

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Repeat three times, as you repeat you can go faster each time.

Lyrics:

Grey squirrel, Grey squirrel! (bounce up and down on the words)Swish your bushy tail! (shake it)

(During this verse, scouts shake their heads from side to side and then SHOUT the last line.)Dentist has some real bad news, Gummy! Gummy!Dentist has some real bad news, Gummy, Gummy Bear!Gummy, Gummy Bear! Gummy, Gummy Bear!Dentist has some real bad news...

Hageleena Mageleena

There was a funny girl, she had a funny name. She got it from her pappy just the same, same, same. Chorus

She had two hairs in the middle of her head One was alive (put one finger on top of your head) And the other one was dead (put another finger on top of your head) Chorus

She had two eyes in the front of her head One was green and the other was red.Chorus

She had two teeth in the front of her mouth One pointed north (put one finger against your mouth, pointing north) And one the other pointed south (put another finger against your mouth, pointing south) Chorus

She had two lips, two beautiful lips,Shaped just like two battleships. Chorus

Her nose was so long that when she sneezed It got caught in between her knees. Chorus

Her ears stuck out like the sails of a boat Her Adam's apple wandered up and down her throat. Chorus

She had two arms in the middle of her body One knew judo (horizontal karate chop motion) And the other knew karate (vertical karate chop motion) Chorus

She loved to polish her fingernails She bought her polish in ten gallon pails. Chorus

She had two feet size twelve and a half One took a shower (kick out one foot) And the other took a bath (kick out the other foot) Chorus

Her feet were flat as bathroom mats I forgot to ask how they got like that. Chorus

A semi-truck hit Mag-a-leena (slow down during this line) (back to original tempo) Completely destroyed that poor machina! Chorus

A German meal is all I needTo make my day complete. It's hard to keep account of allThe strudel that I eat.

At hot dog stands and burger jointsTo make my power play, They bring it in a wheelbarrowInstead of in a tray.

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Hawaiian Punch

Intended for:

Boy Scouts, Bear Scouts, Webelos Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Here's a story of a dole bananaWho was bringing up three very lovely fruit.All of them had yellow peels, like their mother,The youngest was a beaut.Here's a story of a great papayaWho was living in a tree all on his own.They were two fruit in the same forestYet they were all alone.Until one day when banana met papaya,And they knew that it was much more than a hunchThat this fruit could somehow form a fruit drink.That's the way they all became Hawaiian Punch.Hawaiian Punch, Hawaiian PunchThats the way they became Hawaiian Punch.

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Herman, the Family Pet

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

One fine day as I was Skipping home from school, Skipping home from school, Skipping home from school. There was my mother, [snap,snap] And there was father, [snap,snap] And there was sister, [snap,snap] And there was brother, [snap,snap] And there was Herman, [snap,snap] The family pet, [snap,snap] And he was this big. (hold hands 3 inches apart)

One fine day as I was ...There was my mother, [snap,snap] And there was father, [snap,snap] And there was sister, [snap,snap] But where's my brother? It makes me soooooo mad! (Stomp feet) And there was Herman, [snap, snap]The family pet, [snap, snap]And he was this big. (hold hands 1 foot apart)

One fine day as I was ...There was my mother, [snap,snap] And there was father, [snap,snap] But where's my sister? It makes me soooooo mad! And there was Herman, [snap, snap]The family pet, [snap, snap]And he was this big. (hold hands 2 feet apart)

One fine day as I was ...There was my mother, [snap,snap] But where's my father? It makes me soooooo mad! And there was Herman, [snap, snap]The family pet, [snap, snap]And he was this big. (hold hands 4 feet apart)

One fine day as I was ...Where's my mother? It makes me soooooo mad! And there was Herman, [snap, snap]The family pet, [snap, snap]And he was this big. (hold hands as far apart as possible)

One fine day as I wasSkipping home from school, Skipping home from school,Skipping home from school. There was Herman, the family pet. And Herman went "BRAAACK" (Barf Sound) And, there was my mother, [snap, snap]And there was father, [snap, snap]And there was sister, [snap, snap]And there was brother, [snap, snap]And there was Herman, [snap, snap]The family pet, [snap, snap]And he was this big. (hold hands 3 inches apart)

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Hey, Lolly

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Make up simple rhyming verses to keep it going as long as the people want.

The singer you fast the getter it's tuff,Hey lolly, lolly, low.To line up makes that you won't muff,Hey lolly, lolly, low.

Let's put this song back on the shelf,Hey lolly, lolly, low.If you want anymore you can sing it yourself,Hey lolly, lolly, low.

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Hi, My Name is Joe

Intended for:

Tiger Scouts, Wolf Scouts

Lyrics:

Hi, my name is Joe and I work at the button factory.I have a wife and a family.One day my boss, He said "Joe."I said, "What?""Are you busy?"I said, "No.""Can you press this button with your RIGHT hand?"(Start pointing with your RIGHT finger/hand with optional noises)

(Chorus) "Can you press this button with your LEFT hand?"

(Chorus) "Can you press this button with your RIGHT leg?"

(Chorus) "Can you press this button with your LEFT leg?"

(continue as long as the audience can take it, using Head, Sholder, Knee, Elbow, Rump, ...

Ending: (Chorus) One day my boss, he said "Joe, are you busy?"I said "YES!!!"

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Hog Calling Time in Nebraska

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Just a super silly song with no reason.

Lyrics:

When it's hog calling time in Nebraska, When it's hog calling time in Nebraska, When it's hog calling time in Nebraska, Then it's hog calling time in Nebraska!

Here are verses for all 50 states, but you can make up your own:When it's tide rolling time in Alabama...When it's Iditarod time in Alaska...When it's road runner time in Arizona...When it's opossum shooting time in Arkansas...When it's movie recording time in California...When it's snow boarding time in Colorado...When it's insurance selling time in Connecticut...When it's incorporating time in Delaware...When it's Disney World time in Florida...When it's peanut picking time in Georgia...When it's surfing time in Hawaii...When it's spud digging time in Idaho...When it's corn husking time in Illinois...When it's auto racing time in Indiana...When it's test making time in Iowa...When it's wheat threshing time in Kansas...When it's horse racing time in Kentucky...When it's crab catching time in Louisiana...When it's lobster catching time in Maine...When it's crab cake time in Maryland...When it's Thanksgiving time in Massachusetts...When it's car making time in Michigan...When it's ice fishing time in Minnessota...When it's cotton picking time in Mississippi...When it's sheep herding time in Missouri...When it's portaging time in Montana...When it's Elvis impersonating time in Nevada...When it's chicken farming time in New Hampshire...When it's light bulb inventing time in New Jersey...When it's space port building time in New Mexico...When it's theater going time in New York...When it's Wright flying time in North Carolina...When it's flax farming time in North Dakota...When it's buckeye throwing time in Ohio...When it's oil well drilling time in Oklahoma...When it's salmon fishing time in Oregon...When it's chocolate time in Pennsylvania...When it's quahog shucking time in Rhode Island...When it's peach picking time in South Carolina...When it's pheasant hunting time in South Dakota...When it's volunteer time in Tennessee...When it's bronco riding time in Texas...When it's Winter Olympics time in Utah...When it's maple syrup time in Vermont...When it's ham curing time in Virginia...When it's coffee drinking time in Washington...When it's coal mining time in West Virginia...When it's cheese stirring time in Wisconsin...When it's rodeo time in Wyoming...

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Hole in my Bucket

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

This can be a funny skit if two people have the courage to sing it in front of a group. Singing like an old man and woman is even funnier, with the woman getting more frustrated.

Hole In the Bottom of the Sea

There's a hole in the bottom of the sea There's a hole in the bottom of the sea There's a hole, there's a hole There's a hole in the bottom of the sea.

There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea There's a log, there's a log There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea.

[Continue to expand using a smile, on the flea, on the hair, on the wart, on the toe, on the foot, on the leg, on the frog, on the bump, on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea. ]

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Home On The Range

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Chorus: Home, home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day.

How often at night, when the heavens are bright With the light from the glittering stars I've stood there amazed, and asked, as I gazed, If their glory exceeds that of ours.

Chorus

The air is so pure, and the zephyrs so free And the breezes so balmy and light I would not exchange my home on the range For all the cities so bright.

Chorus

The Red man was pressed from this part of the west, He's likely no more to return, To the banks of the Red River where seldom if ever Their flickering campfires burn.

Chorus

Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours, The curlew I love to hear cry, And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks, That graze on the mountain slopes high.

Chorus

Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand, Flows leisurely down in the stream; Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along, Like a maid in a heavenly dream.

Chorus

How often at night, when the heavens are bright,With the light from the glittering stars,Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I gaze,If their glory exceeds that of ours. Chorus

Yes, give me the gleam of a swift mountain stream,And the place no hurricanes blow.Oh, give me the park where the prairie dogs bark,And the mountains all covered with snow.Chorus

Oh, give me the hills and the ring of the drills,And the rich silver ore in the ground.Yes, give me the gulch where the miners can sluice,And the bright yellow gold can be found.Chorus

Oh, give me the mine where the prospectors findthe gold in its own native land,And the hot springs below, where the sick people go,And camp on the banks of the Grand.Chorus

Oh, give me the steed and the gun that I needTo shoot game from my own cabin home.Then give me the camp where the fire is a lamp,And the wild rocky mountains to roam.Chorus

Yes, give me the home where the prospectors roam.Their business is always aliveIn those wild western hills, midst the ring of the drills.Oh, let me live there 'til I die.Chorus

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How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Lyrics:

The other day I chanced to meet a camping friend of mine.He'd been in camp for several weeks and he was looking fine.His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red.I asked him how he liked the camp, and this is what he said:

Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning.Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed.For the hardest blow of all,Is to hear the bugler call;You've got to get up,You've got to get up,You've got to get up this morning.Someday I'm going to murder the bugler.Someday they're going to find him dead.I'll amputate his reveilleand stomp upon it heavily,And spend the rest of my life in bed!

A bugler at camp is the luckiest of men.He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again.He doesn't have to blow again until the afternoon.If everything goes well with me, I'll be a bugler soon!

Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning.Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed.For the hardest blow of all,Is to hear the bugler call;You've got to get up,You've got to get up,You've got to get up this morning.Someday I'm going to murder the bugler.Someday they're going to find him dead.I'll amputate his reveilleand stomp upon it heavily,And spend the rest of my life in bed!

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I Met a Bear A Favorite Song

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

Audience repeats each short line after the leader, then everyone sings the whole verse together.

Lyrics:

The other day, I met a bear, Out in the woods, away out there. [Point]

everyone: The other day, I met a bear. Out in the woods, away out there.

He looked at me, I looked at him, He sized up me, I sized up him.

everyone: He looked at me, I looked at him. He sized up me, I sized up him.

He says to me, 'Why don't you run?' 'Cause I can see, you got no gun.'

everyone: He says to me, 'Why don't you run?' 'Cause I can see you got no gun.'

I says to him, 'That's a good idea.' 'Now legs get going, get me out of here!'

I began to run, away from there, But right behind me was that bear.

And on the path ahead of me, I saw a tree, Oh glory be.

The lowest branch was ten feet up, I'd have to jump and trust my luck.

And so I jumped into the air, But I missed that branch away up there.

Now don't you fret, and don't you frown, I caught that branch on the way back down.

That's all there is, there ain't no more, Unless I meet that bear once more.

The moral ofThis little jokeIs don't sip ciderSip a coke!everyone: The moral of this little joke, is don't sip cider, sip a coke!

The other day I saw a bear A big white bear I had to stare.

He stared right back And seemed to grin. His long white fangs Hung to his chin.

He moved toward me Upon four paws. And those four paws Held six-inch claws.

I couldn't move. My feet were froze, As I saw steam Shoot from his nose.

But I was safe Because I knew, This polar bear Was at the zoo.

The cutest bearI ever saw.Was in the roadwith a sandwich in his paw.

I asked him ifhe'd pose for me.He said he wouldfor a nominal fee.

I walked right upand looked at him.He opened his mouthand shoved me in.

Now here I sitinside this Bear.I need some HELPand a little fresh air.

A yellow birdWith a yellow bill.Was singing on My windowsill.

I coaxed it inWith a piece of bread.And then I hitIt on the head.

I coaxed it inWith a piece of meat.And then I crushedIt's little feet.

I coaxed it inWith a chunk of cheese.And then I smackedIt on the knees.

I coaxed it inWith a plate of spaghetti.Then I hacked its wingsWith my little machete.

I coaxed it inwith cold root beer.And then I rippedOff its right ear.

I coaxed it inWith a Tweety poster.And then I poppedIt in the toaster.

I coaxed it inWith chicken chow meinSucked on its noseAnd slurped its brain.

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I Wish I Were

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: 'If You're Happy and You Know It' Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap. Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap. I would slippy and I'd slidey, Over everybody's hidey. Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap.

Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of mud. Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of mud. I would ooey and I'd gooey, Under everybody's shoey. Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of mud.

Oh, I wish I were a little can of pop. Oh, I wish I were a little can of pop. I'd go down with a slurp, and come up with a burp. Oh, I wish I were a little can of pop.

Oh, I wish I were a little slippery root. Oh, I wish I were a little slippery root. I would sit upon the trail, And knock everyone on his tail. Oh, I wish I were a little slippery root.

Oh, I wish I were a little mosquito. Oh, I wish I were a little mosquito. I'd buzzy and I'd bitey, Under everybody's nighty. Oh, I wish I were a little mosquito.

Oh, I wish I were a little squirty orange. Oh, I wish I were a little squirty orange. I'd go squirty, squirty, squirty, Over everybody's shirty. Oh, I wish I were a little squirty orange.

Oh, I wish I were a little foreign car.Oh, I wish I were a little foreign car.I'd go speedy, speedy, speedyOver everybody's feety.Oh, I wish I were a little foreign car.

Oh, I wish I were a fishy in the sea.Oh, I wish I were a fishy in the sea.Wouldn't I look cuteWithout my swimming suit?Oh, I wish I were a fishy in the sea.

Oh, I wish I were a little safety pin.Oh, I wish I were a little safety pin.Wouldn't it be funIf I suddenly came undone?Oh, I wish I were a little safety pin.

Oh, I wish I were a little band-aid strip.Oh, I wish I were a little band-aid strip.I'd stick to your hairsAnd pull them out in pairs.Oh, I wish I were a little band-aid strip.

Oh, I wish I were a little stinky skunk.Oh, I wish I were a little stinky skunk.I'd sit up in the treesAnd perfume all the breeze.Oh, I wish I were a little stinky skunk.

Oh, I wish I were a little sparrow bird.Oh, I wish I were a little sparrow bird.I'd sit up on the steepleand dump on all the peeple.Oh, I wish I were a little sparrow bird.

Oh, I wish I were a creepy scary ghost.Oh, I wish I were a creepy scary ghost.I'd give you such a scareThat you'd lose your underwear.Oh, I wish I were a creepy scary ghost.

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I'm a Nut

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

I'm a little coconut, Sitting under this here tree.Everybody steps on me, That is why I'm cracked you see.

Chorus:I'm a nut,I'm a nut, I'm a nut, nut, nut-nut-nut.

Called myself on the telephone Just to see if I was home. Made a date for half past eight, Better hurry or I'll be late! - Chorus

Took myself to the picture show Sat myself in the very last row Wrapped my arms around my waist Got so fresh I slapped my face! - Chorus

Bought some roses at the store.Told myself I wanted more.That's why I broke up with me.Now I am a nut that's free!- Chorus

Gee, I miss me all the time.Wonder if I'm doing fine.Maybe I'll stop by to seeIf I have a chance with me.- Chorus

Coca-Cola went to town, Pepsi-Cola shot him down.Dr. Pepper fixed him up, Now we all drink 7-Up.- Chorus

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I'm My Own Grandpa

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Many, many years ago when I was 23,I was married to a wider who was purty as can be.This wider had a grown-up daughter who had hair of redMy father fell in love with her and soon they two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very lifeFor my daughter was my mother cause she was my father's wifeTo complicate the matter even though it brought me joy,I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

I'm my own grandpa,I'm my own grandpa It sounds funny I knowBut it really is soI'm my own grandpa.

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad,And so became my uncle though it made me very sad.For, if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother Of the wider's grown-up daughter who, of course, was my step-mother.

My father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run,And he became my grandchild for he was my daughter's son.My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blueBecause, although she is my wife, she's my grandmother too.

I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa It sounds funny I knowBut it really is soI'm my own grandpa.

Oh, if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild.And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wildFor now I have become the strangest case you ever sawAs husband of my own grandmother, I'm my own grandpa.

I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa It sounds funny I knowBut it really is soI'm my own grandpa.

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I've Been Working on the Railroad

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

I've been working on the railroadAll the livelong dayI've been working on the railroadJust to pass the time away

Can't you hear the whistle blowingRise up so early in the mornCan't you hear the captain shoutingDinah, blow your horn

Someone's in the kitchen with DinahSomeone's in the kitchen I knowSomeone's in the kitchen with DinahStrumming on the old banjo, and singing

Fie, fi, fiddly i oFie, fi, fiddly i oFie, fi, fiddly i oStrumming on the old banjo

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I've Been Picking Up the Litter

I've been pickin' up the litter, All the live long day. I've been pickin' up the litter, Just to have a place to play. Can't you see the litter basket, Sitting on the sidewalk there? Every little bit will help us, If you just show you care. Won't you pick it up? Won't you pick it up? Won't you pick it up today, today? Help us clean it up, Help us clean it up, Help clean up the U S A.

Working on the Trash

We've been working on RECYCLINGAll the trash we can,We've been working on recycling,It's a very simple plan,Separate your glass and paper, Separate your plastic and tin.Take the trash that you've recycled To your recycling bin!We've been working on REDUCING All the trash we can.We've been working on reducing It's a very simple planDon't go wasting any products, Use just exactly what you need.Don't buy things in extra wrapping, Reduce and you'll succeed!We've been working on REUSING All the trash we can.We've been working on reusing, It's a very simple plan.If it's a paper bag you're using, Don't use it once, use it twice!Give old clothes and toys to someone, To reuse them would be nice!

Working on Pollution

I've been workin' on pollutionAll the livelong day.Pickin' up the cans and bottlesThat are always in the way.Can't you see the chimney smokin'Fillin' the sky with haze.Do your part to stop pollutionYou can help in many ways.

Pinewood DerbyI've been working on the Derby, Planning my race car. All the family has been helping, My car should be the star! Can't you hear the crowds a cheering, As we win the prize? Pinewood Derby time's exciting, For all the Cub Scout guys.

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If It's Raining

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: If You're Happy Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

If it's raining and you know it, clap your hands. (Clap hands twice) If it's raining and you know it clap your hands. (Clap hands twice) If it's raining and you know it then your clothes will surely show it. If it's raining and you know it clap your hands. (Clap hands twice)

If the mud is only knee deep, stamp your feet.If the mud is only knee deep, stamp your feet.If the mud is only knee deep, and you wish that it were hip deep, If the mud is only knee deep, stamp your feet.

If mosquitoes are attacking, scratch your head.If mosquitoes are attacking, scratch your head.If mosquitoes are attacking, and you want to send them packing,If mosquitoes are attacking, scratch your head.

If the wind is really blowing, shake your head.If the wind is really blowing, shake your head. If the wind is really blowing, and your hairline starts a-showing, If the wind is really blowing, shake your head.

If the temperature is falling, rub your hands.If the temperature is falling, rub your hands.If the temperature is falling, and your spirits are appalling, If the temperature is falling, rub your hands.

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It Ain't Gonna Rain No More

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Chorus:Oh, it ain't gonna rain no more, no moreIt ain't gonna rain no moreHow in the heck can I wash around my neckif it ain't gonna rain no more

A bum sat by the sewerAnd by the sewer he diedAnd at the coroners inquestThey called it 'sewer side'- Chorus

A peanut sat on the railroad trackIt's heart was all a-flutterAlong came the 4:15Toot toot, peanut butter- Chorus

My father is a butcherMy mother is a cookAnd I'm the little hot-dogWith the candy that I took- Chorus

My father built a chimneyHe built it up so highHe had to take it down each nightTo let the moon go by.- Chorus

My daddy is a doctor,My mommy is a nurse,And I'm the little needleThat gets you where it hurts.- Chorus

Mary had a little lambShe kept it in a closetAnd every time she took it outIt left a small deposit- Chorus

Mary had a little lamb,Her father shot it deadOh, she still takes it off to schoolBut on a slice of bread. - Chorus

Mary had a steamboatThe steamboat had a bell.Mary went to heaven.The steamboat went to TOOT-TOOT!- Chorus

My uncle was a chemist.A chemist he is no more.For what he thought was H-2-OWas H-2-S-O-4- Chorus

Peter was a rabbitA rabbit he is no moreFor what he thought was a rabbit holeWas a hole in the outhouse floor- Chorus

I never saw a purple cowI never hope to see oneBut I can tell you anyhowI'd rather see than be one.- Chorus

I never saw a chocolate cowI never hope to see oneBut judging by the milk we getThere certainly must be one- Chorus

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It's a Lie

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

I was born a hundred thousand years ago. (YEARS AGO) And there's nothing in this world I do not know. (DO NOT KNOW) I saw Peter, Paul, and Moses playing ring-around the roses, And I'll lick the guy who says it isn't so. (IT ISN'T SO)

I was there when Satan looked the garden o'er. (GARDEN O'ER) I saw Adam and Eve a'driven from the door. (FROM THE DOOR) I was round the corner peekin' at the apple they was eatin' I can prove I was the guy that ate the core. (ATE THE CORE)- Chorus

I was there when Ceasar crossed the Rubicon. (RUBICON) I'm the guy who built the raft he crossed it on. (CROSSED IT ON) I saw Nero burning Rome, and Hannibal at home. I even saw the fall of Babylon. (BABBLE ON)- Chorus

I saw Washington afloat a cake of ice. (CAKE OF ICE) I saw Sherman, Lee, and Grant a shakin' dice. (SHAKIN' DICE)I saw Roosevelt's great laugh that split his face in half, While Pershing set a trap for German mice. (GERMAN MICE)- Chorus

You may thing that all this bunk, it isn't true. (IT ISN'T TRUE)But what difference does it really make to you? (MAKE TO YOU)I've been feeding you this line just to pass away the time, And now I'm going to quit because I'm through. (YOU'RE THROUGH)- ChorusI was born about a hundred years ago (YEARS AGO)And there's no badge in this world I do not own (DO NOT OWN)I knew Robert Baden-Powell with his wisdom like an owlAnd I'll kick the guy who says it isn't so (ISN'T SO)

Chorus:It's a lie, It's a lie!Scout ahoy, scout a-hey, scout a-hi!I've been a Boy Scout all my life, with my flashlight and my knife,And I've lived it and I've loved it all the while!

I was present at the Siege of Mafeking! (MAFEKING!)I heard the town's warning bell a-ring! (BELL A-RING!)Baden-Powell held his ground, and kept the Boers outAnd thus Britain had a reason to sing! (TO SING!)

Chorus

I was there as Mr. Boyce went through the mist (THROUGH THE MIST!)Before I left he grabbed me by the wrist (BY THE WRIST!)He offered then to pay me, but then I did decree:"I'm a scout and it's my duty to assist." (TO ASSIST!)

Chorus

A scout should always ever tell the truth (TELL THE TRUTH!)Or his fellow scouts may think he is uncouthe (UNCOUTHE?)But this song is for you guys, so what's a little lie Just a song to entertain the youth. (THE YOUTH!)

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Itsy Bitsy Spider Birthday

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Itsy Bitsy Spider Climbed Up the Waterspout

Lyrics:

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the birthday cake.Itsy bitsy quickly learned he'd made a big mistake.He climbed up the candle before the cake was cut.The itsy bitsy spider, he burned his little butt!

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Jaws

Intended for:

Boy Scouts, Webelos Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Do Re Mi Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

JAWS - A mouth, a great big mouthTEETH - The things that rip and crunchBITE - The friendly sharks 'hello'US - His favorite juicy lunchBLOOD - That turns the ocean redGULP - a single bite of fleshCHOMP - That means the sharks been fedThat will bring us back to ...

Jon Johnson

Use as thick a 'Norwegian Ole and Sven' type accent as you can.Just keeping singing it as long as everyone can stand.

Lyrics:

My name is Jon Johnson, I come from Wisconsin.I work in the lumberyard there.

When I walk down the street, All the people I meet Say, "Hey, What's your name?"And I tell 'em:

[Repeat]

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Jumped From 20,000 Feet

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: (Battle Hymn of the Republic) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

He jumped from 20,000 feet and didn't pull the cord.He jumped from 20,000 feet and didn't pull the cord.He jumped from 20,000 feet and didn't pull the cord.And he ain't gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:Glory, glory, what a heck of a way to die.Glory, glory, what a heck of a way to die.Glory, glory, what a heck of a way to die.And he aint gonna jump no more.

He was last to leave the cockpit and the first to hit the ground.He was last to leave the cockpit and the first to hit the ground.He was last to leave the cockpit and the first to hit the ground.And he ain't gonna jump no more.

He landed on the runway like a lump of berry jamHe landed on the runway like a lump of berry jamHe landed on the runway like a lump of berry jamAnd he aint gonna jump no more.

They scraped him off the runway with a tiny silver spoon.They scraped him off the runway with a tiny silver spoon.They scraped him off the runway with a tiny silver spoon.And he ain't gonna jump no more.

They sent him home to mother in a little wooden box.They sent him home to mother in a little wooden box.They sent him home to mother in a little wooden box.And he ain't gonna jump no more.

She put on the mantle piece for everyone to see.She put on the mantle piece for everyone to see.She put on the mantle piece for everyone to see.And he aint gonna jump no more.

She put him on the table when the Preacher came to tea.She put him on the table when the Preacher came to tea.She put him on the table when the Preacher came to tea.And he aint gonna jump no more.

The Preacher spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam.The Preacher spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam.The Preacher spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam.And he aint gonna jump no more.

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King's Knight Out

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

King Arthur had a dateHe stayed out very lateThe Queen was mad.The Queen, she paced the floorThe King came in at fourShe met him at the doorGod save the King.

He'd been out with the knightsThey had been in a fight,With enemies.He fell into the moatPushed by a passing goatHe could just barely floatGod save the King.

His friends would not come nearLoaded with battle gearThey could not swim.Helmets and armor, new,Cross-bows and arrows, too.Even a metal shoe,God save the King.

Just then a knight went byHis clothes were nice and dryHe jumped right in.Swam to the sinking KingPulled him out of the streamYou should have heard him scream,God save the King!

Lily the Pink

Here's a story, a little bit gory, A little bit happy, a little bit sadOf Lily the Pink and her medicinal compound And how it drove her mad.

Chorus:We'll drink a drink a drinkTo Lily the pink a pink a pink The saviour of the human race For she invented medicinal compound Most efficacious in every case

Mr. Frears had sticky out ears And it made him awful shy And so they give him medicinal compound And now he's learning how to fly Chorus

Brother Tony was notably bony He would never eat his meals And so they give him medicinal compound Now they move him round on wheels Chorus

Well Ebeneezer thought he was Juilius Ceasar And so they put him in a home Where they gave him medicinal compound And now he's Emperor of Rome Chorus

Freddy Clinger, the opera singerWould break a glass with his voice tis said,Rubbed his tonsils with medicinal compound,Now they break glasses over his head.Chorus

Uncle Paul he was very small He was the shortest man in townSo they gave him medicinal compound Now he only weighs a half of a poundChorus

Johnny Hammer had a terrible stammer He could hardly say a word And so they gave him medicinal compound And now he's seen and never heard Chorus

Auntie Milly ran willy-nilly When her legs they did recede And so they hooked on medicinal compound Now they call her Millipede Chorus

Jennifer Eccles had terrible freckles And the boys all called her names But she changed with medicinal compound And now 'he' joins in all their games Chorus

Lily the pink she turned to drinkShe filled up with paraffin inside And despite her medicinal compound Sadly Picca-Lily died Chorus

Up to heaven her soul ascended For the church bells they did ring She took with her medicinal compound Hark the herald angels sing Chorus

Auntie Minnie was thin and skinny,All flat and nowhere roundThen they gave her medicinal compound,And now she weighs five hundred poundsChorus

Sylvester Stallone was skinny and boney,And his muscles never grewThen they gave him medicinal compound,Now he's Rocky XXIIChorus

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Little Birdies

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Way up in the sky (jump high) The little birds fly (flap arms) While down in the nest (form nest with arms) The little birds rest (hands next to head like napping) Shhh! They're sleeping. (stage whisper shh! say quietly they're sleeping)

With a wing on the left (fold left arm under)And a wing on the right (fold right arm under)The little birds sleep (hands next to head like napping) All through the night.Shhh! They're sleeping. (stage whisper shh! say quietly they're sleeping)

The BRIGHT SUN COMES UP! (Yell it out and jump high with arms above head) The dew goes away (hands like banging on a keyboard) Good morning, good morning, the little birds say (raise arms up and down)

Way up in the skyThe big birdies dieWhile down in the nestSo do the rest.Shhh! THEY'RE DYING! The bright sun comes up.The blood dries away.Good morning, good morning the happy hunters say.

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Little Black Things

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: (Clementine) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Chorus:Little black things, Little black things,Crawling up and down my arms,If I wait till they have babies,I can start a black things farm!

Haven't had a bath in two years,And I never change my clothes,But I've got these little black things,Where they come from, Heaven knows!- Chorus

Once a cute girl, tried to kiss me,But she screamed and gave a yell,And she ran before I could ask her,Was it the black things or the smell?- Chorus

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Little Green Frog A Favorite Song

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Eee Ah went the little green frog one day Eee Ah went the little green frog. Eee Ah went the little green frog one day His eyes went Eee and Ah.

Honk, Honk, went the big blue bus one day Squish, Squash, went the little green frog. His eyes don't go Eee Ah any more 'Cause he got eaten up by a dog. Woof! Woof!

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Littlest Worm A Favorite Song

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Like 'I Met a Bear'. Repeat short line after leader, then everyone sings verse together.

He said to me,don't take a sip.For if you do,I'll surely slip.everyone: He said to me don't take a sip, for if you do I'll surely slip.

I took a sipand he went downright through my pipeshe must have drowned.everyone: I took a sip and he went down, right through my pipes he must have drowned.

I coughed him upand he was dead.I buried himin my counselor's bed.

He was my pal.He was my friend.But now he's goneand that's the end.

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MacTavish Brothers

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

Tune: The Irish Washerwoman

Lyrics:

Oh, MacTavish is dead and his brother don't know it,His brother is dead and MacTavish don't know it,There're both of them dead in the very same bed...And neither one knows that the other is dead.

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Meadow Muffin Blues

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Chorus:I've got the meadow muffin blues,On the bottom of my shoes.Can't seem to shake it,Got to take it home and scrape it.I got the meadow muffin blues.

While I was walkin' through a field one day,Stopped to say good dayA cow dropped her dinnerAnd I'm standing inerShe quickly smiled and walked away.Chorus

Now a cow's sense of humor is kind of bentAnd the stuff is stickin' like cement.It started raining and my legs are really strainingSo I kicked off my shoes and away I went.Chorus

You've heard of the dangers in the woods,And in the city it's the druggies in the hoods.When you're walking through a pasture You better walk a little fasterOr your shoes are going to pick up all the goods.Chorus

Miss Lucy

He drank up all the waterHe ate up all the soapHe tried to eat the bathtub But it wouldn't go down his throat

Miss Lucy called the doctorMiss Lucy called the nurseMiss Lucy called the lady with the alligator purse

"Measles" said the doctor"Tonsils" said the nurse"Hungry" said the lady with the alligator purse

Miss Lucy had a steamboatThe steamboat had a bellThe steamboat went to heavenMiss Lucy went to ...

Hello operatorPlease give me Number 9And if you disconnect meI'll kick you from ...

Behind the yellow curtainThere was a piece of glassMiss Lucy sat upon itAnd cut her little ...

Ask me no more questionsI'll tell you no more liesThe boys are in the bathroomZipping up their ...

Flies are in the cityBees are in the parkMiss Lucy and her boyfriendAre kissing in the ...

Dark is like a movieA movie's like a showA show is like a TVAnd that is all ...

I know, I know my maI know, I know my paI know, I know my girlfriendwhen she does the cha-cha-cha[ wiggle hips like a dancing girl on 'cha-cha-cha']

My mother is GodzillaMy father is King KongAnd now I have to slap myselffor singing this dumb song![slap forehead]

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Mother Goony Bird

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Father Abraham

Lyrics:

Mother Goony Bird had seven chicks.Seven chicks had Mother Goony Bird.And they couldn't fly, and they couldn't swim, They could only go like this: Right wing (right arm bent in "wing" position, flaps up and down)

Repeat, this time add: Left wing (left arm goes along with right wing)

Keep repeating add one each time: Right foot Left foot Head up and downChin upTail OutTurn Around

On the last one, wait until they all turn around about once and then add, Sit DOWN!

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Mountain Dew A Favorite Song

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Lyrics:

My brother Bill runs a still on the hill Where he turns out a gallon or two (or three) And the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can not fly Just from sniffing that good ol' mountain dew.

Chorus: They call it that good ol' mountan dew, And them that refuse it are few. I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug With that good ol' mountain dew.

My aunt Lucille had an automobile, It ran on a gallon or two (or three) It didn't need no gas and it went awful fast Running on that good ol' mountain dew. - Chorus

My uncle Mort, he is sawed off and short, He measures 'bout four foot two (or three) But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint Of that good ol' mountain dew. - Chorus

Old Auntie June had a brand new perfume, It had such a wonderful 'pew' (pee-ew) But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed, It was nothing but that good ol' mountain dew - Chorus

My Uncle Art, he ain't very smartHis IQ is just twenty two (or three)But he thinks he's a wizard, when he fills up hisgizzardWith that good ol' mountain dew - Chorus

My Uncle Hank bought an old army tankWay back in 'forty two (or three).It wouldn't budge, 'til he gave it a gludgeOf that good ol' mountain dew - Chorus

I know a guy named Pete, his hair ain't so neat, Though he fixes it with syrup and blue (what's blue?) But it stays right in place when he uses just a trace Of that good ol' mountain dew. - Chorus

The preacher-he walked by, with a big tear in his eye Said that his wife had the flu (boo hoo) And hadn't I ought just to give him a quart Of that good ol' mountain dew. - Chorus

My uncle Klaus had a real mean old mouse It'd beat up a cat or two ( or three) When they asked how it happened, He said it was a lappin' That good ol' mountain dew - Chorus

There's an old hollow tree, just a little way from me Where you lay down a dollar or two If you hush up your mug, then they'll give you a jug Of that good ol' mountain dew. - Chorus

You take a little trash and you mix it up with ash, And you throw in the soul of a shoe. Then you stir it awhile with an old rusty file, And they call it that good ol' mountain dew. - Chorus

During the last war, we couldn't get no more, We didn't have no sugar for the dew With a few old potaters and a few ripe tomaters, We turned out some stuff, I'm tellin' you. - Chorus

Old Deacon Crane took a trip in the rain, Said his wife had come down with the flu, But she'll be all right if you give her a pint Of that good ol' mountain dew. - Chorus

Mr. Franklin Roosevelt, he told me how he felt The day the old dry law went through: If your likker's too red, it will swell up your head Better stick to that good ol' mountain dew. - Chorus

Old auntie Bess had some hair on her chest.I asked her if she put it there with glue.She said, "Heck No! It just started to grow,When I took up drinking mountain dew." - Chorus

My cousin Jake, he was bit by a snake.And the doc thought he wouldn't pull through.But he up and danced a jig when they gave him a swigOf that good ol' mountain dew. - Chorus

More verses ...

The scouts yell all day and they like to play Maybe sing a song or two (or three) The key may be wrong but they'll sing out strong For that good ol' Mountain Dew - Chorus

The summer camp staff could sure use a bath Maybe one or two (or three) They surely will laugh if you give 'em a bath In that good ol' Mountain Dew - Chorus

The racoons at night sure give us a fright They come in by ones or twos (or threes) But we chase them off fast when they come for our glass Of that good ol' Mountain Dew - Chorus

The beachfront is great and we hardly can wait To swim for an hour or two (or three) The water will fizz when we take a whiz After drinking that Mountain Dew - Chorus

Now that we're home we still like the foam When we drink a can or two (or three) We'll be back next year and then we'll cheer For our good ol' Mountain Dew - Chorus

Our old buddy Paul really is tallHe stands about six foot two (or three)He got that way from drinking each dayA six-pack of Mountain Dew- Chorus

Our SPL Pete has bad stinky feetYou can smell 'em for a mile or two (or three)But they smell awful sweet if you dose 'em in DEETthen rinse 'em with Mountain Dew- Chorus

My uncle Crocker, he was a boxerHe'd give 'em the old one two (or three)He wouldn't fight, it just wouldn't be rightUnless it was for his Mountain Dew- Chorus

We went up the Brule, right before schoolTo kayak a mile or two (or three)We sure did row once we had a goAt that good ol' Mountain Dew- Chorus

That darn IRS wants my money, God Bless!I'd like to keep a dollar or two (or three)They'll settle for less, if I fill up their glassWith that good old Mountain Dew-Chorus

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Mr. Columbus, Turn the Ship Around

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Lyrics:

In fourteen hundred ninety two,three ships set out to sea:the Nina and the Pinta and theSANTA MARIE!And as they sailed the stormy seasOn that historic dayFrom way up in the crow's nest,You could hear Luigi say ...

Then Chris took out his mandolinand he began to play. They sang and danced the Tarantelluntil the break of day. They ate up all the provolone - that's Italian cheese. But still up in the crow's nest you could hear Luigi's pleas ... (Chorus)

And then one day they sighted land just off the starboard bow. Columbus said "I told ya so.The journey's over now."An Indian girl upon the shore yelled "I see you up there, man!" Luigi shouted back, "Ahoy"and started on a plan. (Repeat Chorus)

Oh please Mr. Columbus don't take me back no more.I wanna stay right here and makethe chief my father-in-law. I'm glad you told Isabellathat the world was round. I don't know where we are but there's pisanos all around.

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Muff, the Tragic Wagon

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: (Puff, the Magic Dragon) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Muff the Tragic Wagon lived by the streetAnd rolled along the boulevard, through rain and snow and sleet.Little Tommy Pumpkin loved that wagon, Muff,And rolled him home and filled him upWith toys and other stuff.

Together they would travel along the avenueTommy hanging out his leg would scuff his Sunday shoe.Taxi cabs and buses would honk as they went past,Tragic wagons never seem to need to stop for gas.Chorus

Children live forever, but not so children's toys,Wagons can't forever be a friend to little boys.And one gray day it happened while Tommy took his nap,A garbage truck ran over Muff and turned him into scrap.Chorus

Little Tommy Pumpkin said just off the cuff,There will never be another tragic wagon, Muff.

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Mules

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

More of a poem that's fun for scouts to figure out what is being said.

Lyrics:

On Mules We Find Two Legs Behindand Two We Find Before;We Stand Behind Before We FindWhat the Two Behind Be For.

When We're Behind the Two BehindWe Find What These Be For;So Stand Before the Two Behindand Behind the Two Before.

Other Bonnie verses:My Bonnie has tuberculosis.My Bonnie has only one lung.My Bonnie can cough up raw oysters, and roll them around on her tongue.

My Bonnie has tuberculosis.My Bonnie has only one lung.My Bonnie spits blood in her pocket And dries it and chews it for gum.

My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank, The height of its contents to see; I lighted a match to assist her, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

Last night as I lay on my pillow, Last night as I lay on my bed, I stuck my feet out of the window, This morning my neighbors were dead.Bring back, bring back,Oh bring back my neighbors to me, to me.Bring back, bring back,Oh bring back my neighbors to me.

I really felt rotten this morning, They tell me I really looked pale, My stomach gave adequate warning, To lean far out over the rail. Chorus

The sound of a stomach in motion, A murmuring noise inside me, I looked down and there on the water, Was breakfast and dinner and tea. Chorus

Breakfast SongYour breakfast is calling this morning,Your bacon is crisp in the pan,Your pancakes are doing a flip, flop,I'm cooking as fast as I can.Get up! Get up!Oh, roll yourself out of the bed, the bed.Get up! Get up!Oh, don't be an old sleepy head.

My Turkey

My turkey went walking one morning The November weather to see. A man with a hatchet approached her Oh, bring back my turkey to me.

I went down the sidewalk a shoppin'The sights in show windows to see. And everywhere hung great fat gobblers. Oh, bring back my turkey to me.

Chorus

I went out to dinner and ordered The best things they had I could see. They brought it all roasted and sizzling; They brought back my turkey to me.

Chorus

My turkey has two juicy drumsticksMy turkey has two crispy wingsMy turkey has ten pounds of stuffingBut only one wishbone, poor thing!

Chorus

My turkey looked great on the platterMy turkey looked great on my dishBut after that last turkey sandwichHold onto that wishbone and wish!

Chorus

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My Country Tis of Thee

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

My country,' tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing; land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims' pride, from every mountainside let freedom ring!

My native country, thee, land of the noble free, thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, thy woods and templed hills; my heart with rapture thrills, like that above.

Let music swell the breeze, and ring from all the trees sweet freedom's song; let mortal tongues awake; let all that breathe partake; let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong.

Our fathers' God, to thee, author of liberty, to thee we sing; long may our land be bright with freedom's holy light; protect us by thy might, great God, our King.

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My Country's Tired of Me

Intended for:

Wolf Scouts, Bear Scouts, Webelos Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

My country's tired of me I'm goin' to Germany To see the King.

His name is Donald Duck He drives a garbage truck From every mountainside Let garbage fling.

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My Dead Dog Rover

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: (Four Leaf Clover) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover,That I over-ran with the mower.One leg is missing the other is gone.The third one is scattered all over the lawn.No need explaining the one remainingIt's splattered on the kitchen door.I'm looking over my dead dog Rover,that I over-ran with the mower.

I'm looking over my dead dog RoverWho died on the kitchen floor.One leg is broken, the other is lame,The third leg is missing, the fourth needs a cane.No need explaining, the tail remainingWas caught in the oven door.I'm looking over my dead dog RoverWho died on the kitchen floor.

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My Leader

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

My leader fell into a pothole In a glacier while climbing an Alp. He's still there after 50 long winters, And all you can see is his scalp.

My boat sails along the raingutter. I blow it with all of my might. But I can't steer the sail for the rudder, So it bounces first left and then right.

Chorus

It got to the end of the gutter, But somebody pulled out the plug. The water is rapidly draining. My little boat goes down - glug, glug!

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Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun; Here they come zooming to meet our thunder, At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun! (Give 'er the gun now!)Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, Off with one heckuva roar! We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey! Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!

Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder Sent it high into the blue. Hands of men blasted the world asunder, How they lived God only knew! Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer Gave us wings ever to soar.With scouts before and bombers galore, Hey!Nothing'll stop the US Air Force!

Here's a toast to the host of those Who love the vastness of the sky, To a friend we send a messageOf his brother men who fly. We drink to those who gave their all of old, Then down we roar to score the rainbow's pot of gold. A toast to the host of men we boast, the US Air Force.

Zoom!

Off we go into the wild sky yonder, Keep the wings level and true! If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder, Keep your nose out of the blue! (Out of the blue, boy!)Flying men guarding the nation's border, We'll be there, followed by more, In echelon we carry on! Hey!Nothing'll stop the US Air Force!

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Oh, Susanna

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.I'm goin' to Lousiana, my true love for to see.It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dryThe sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna don't you cry.

I had a dream the other night, when everything was still.I thought I saw Susanna a-comin' down the hill.The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye.Says I, I'm comin' from the South, Susanna don't you cry.

Chorus

I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look all 'round.And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground.But if I do not find her, this darkie'll surely dieAnd when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't your cry.

Chorus

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Old Chisholm Trail

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Come along boys and listen to my tale;I'll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm trail.

On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle;Ridin' and a punchin' them Texas cattleChorus

We left old Texas October twenty-thirdDrivin' up the trail with a U-2 herdChorus

I jumped in the saddle an' I grabbed a-hold the horn,The best darned cowpuncher ever was born.Chorus

I was on my best horse, and a going on the run,The quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun.

I'm up in the morning before daylight;Before I get to sleep the moon's shining bright.

It's bacon and beans most every day,I'd sooner be a-eatin' the prairie hay.

Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle,I hung and rattled with them long-horn cattle.

Well the days are hot and the nights are coldThis cowboy life is gettin' mighty old

There's mud in the gully and dust in the drawThe bossman's meaner than my mother-in-law

Spent two days lookin' for muley-headed calfAin't been to sleep in a week and a half

Well the water's gettin' scarce and we're runnin' out of lightLooks like we're gonna have to drive 'em all night

It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain,And my durned old slicker's in the wagon again.

The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,And it looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.

No chaps, no slicker, and it's pourin' down rain,And I swear, by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.

Got a hole in my hat where the rain runs inGot a hole in my boot where it runs out again

We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars,And that was the last of the old Two Bars.

I'm going to the ranch to draw my money,Goin' into town to see my honey.

I went to the boss to draw my roll,He figured me out nine dollars in the hole.

I'll sell my outfit as soon as I can,'Cause I ain't punchin' cattle for no mean boss man.

So I sold old baldy and I hung up my saddle,And I bid farewell to the longhorn cattle.

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Old Mother Leary A Favorite Song

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Late one nightWhen we were all in bedOld mother Leary left a lantern in the shedAnd when the cow kicked it overShe winked her eye and said,There'll be a HOT time on the old town tonight.FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!

Backwards VersionNight one lateWhen bed in all were weOld Leary mother left a shed the lantern in.And when the kick cowed it overShe eyed her wink and said,There'll be an old time on the hot town tonight.ERIF, ERIF, ERIF!

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On a Day Like This

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

On a day like this (clap, clap)On a day like this (clap, clap)On a day like this (clap)I need my friends to help me. (clap, clap)

[Repeat, each time adding another motion and sound to what is being done.][honk, honk; boola, boola; finger snaps, stamp feet, ...]

The third line only has ONE of each action.

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On the Loose

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Lyrics:

Chorus:On the loose to climb a mountain, On the loose where I am free,On the loose to live my life the way I think my life should be.For I only have a moment, and a whole world yet to see.I'll be looking for tomorrow on the loose.

Have you ever seen the sunrise turn the sky completely red?Have you slept beneath the moon and stars, a pine bough for your bed?Have you sat and talked with friends, though a word was never said?Then you're just like me and you've been on the loose.- Chorus

There's a trail that I'll be hiking just to see where it might go,Many places yet to visit, many people yet to know.For in following my dreams, I will live and I will grow,In a world that's waiting out there on the loose.- Chorus

So in search of love and laughter, I am traveling across this land.Never sure of where I'm going, for I haven't any plan.Anytime when you are ready, come and join me take my hand.And together we'll share life out there on the loose.- Chorus

As I sit and watch the sunset and the daylight slowly fades,I am thinking of tomorrow, and the friendships I have made.I will treasure them for always, and I hope that you'll do the same.And forever we'll share life out on the loose.- Chorus

Now the moon is gently glowing and the stars are twinkling brightOur laughter and our friendship has cleared the cloudy nightCome and join our flickering campfire, come and sing our happy songsCome and we'll live our lives together on the loose- Chorus

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On Top of Old Smokey

Intended for:

Boy Scouts, Webelos Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

On top of Old Smokey All covered with snow, I lost my true lover For courting too slow.

Now, courting is a pleasure And parting is grief, And a false-hearted lover Is worse than a thief.

A thief will just rob you And take what you have, But a false-hearted lover Will lead you to the grave.

And the grave will decay you And turn you to dust; Not one girl in a hundred A poor boy can trust.

They'll hug you and kiss you And tell you more lies Than the crossties on the railroad Or stars in the sky.

So, caome all you young maidens And listen to me, Never place your affection On a green willow tree.

For the leaves they will wither, And the roots they will die, You'll all be forsaken And never know why.

On top of Old Smokey All covered with snow, I lost my true lover For courting too slow.

On top of Old Smokey, All covered with sand, I shot my school teacher, With an old rubber band.

I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride, For I couldn't miss her, She was forty feet wide.

She run out and catched me, Throwed me 'cross her knee, But in the seat of my britches, I had my old Geography.

She reached for her ruler, And took a swipe at me, She missed old Kentucky, But she hit Tennessee.

On top of Old Smokey All covered with dirt, I lost my suspenders My socks and my shirt.

I lost my umbrella. I lost my pet frog. My food in my lunch box, Got ate by a dog.

I lost my left sneaker, My hat and my comb. I lost my new toothbrush. I lost my way home.

I found my way home, then I did sure enough. And I found my mommy With all of my stuff Yes I did (with all of my stuff!)

On top of my pizza All covered with sauce Could not find the mushrooms I think they got lost.

I looked in the closet I looked in the sink I looked in the cup that Held my cola drink.

I looked in the saucepan Right under the lid No matter where I looked Those mushrooms stayed hid.

Next time you make pizza I'm begging you, please Do not give me mushrooms But just plain old cheese.

On top of spaghetti, All covered with cheese,I lost my poor meatball, When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,And on to the floor,And then my poor meatball,Rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden,And under a bush,And then my poor meatball,Was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tastyAs tasty could be,And then the next summer, It grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered,All covered with moss,And on it grew meatballs,And tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti,All covered with cheese,Hold on to your meatball,Whenever you sneeze.

Onni Wonni Wakki

Repeat the song three times, doing the actions in rhythm with the music.

During the first verse, put both hands on your knees.Then move them to the knees of the person to your right.Then on your own knees.Then on the knees of the person to your left.Then back on your own knees. Go back and forth in rhythm.

During second verse, start with arms folded (not tucked in) in front ofyour chest.Put right hand out.Put left hand on top of it.Put left hand back in folded position.Put right hand in folded position.Repeat by putting left hand out first.

During last verse, put both hands on your knees.Then put left hand on nose while crossing right arm over to touch left ear.Then put hands on knees.Then touch nose with right hand while touching right ear with left hand.

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Patsy Atsy Ori Aye

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

In 18 hundred and 41, work on the railroad had just begun.Work on the railroad had just begun.Working on the railroad.

Chorus:Patsy-atsy-orri-ayPatsy-atsy-orri-ayPatsy-atsy-orri-ayWorking on the railroad.

In 18 hundred and 42 I found myself with nothing to doI found myself with nothing to doSo I worked on the railroad.

In 1843 the railroad company hired meThe railroad company hired meTo work upon the railroad.

In 1844 found my back was mighty soreFound my back was mighty soreFrom working on the railroad.

In 1845 thought myself more dead than aliveThought myself more dead than aliveFrom working on the railroad.

In 1846 I dropped four dynamite sticksI dropped four dynamite sticksWhile working on the railroad.

In 1847 found myself at the gates of heavenFound myself at the gates of heavenAfter working on the railroad.

In 1848 walked right through the pearly gateWalked right through the pearly gateAfter working on the railroad.

In 1849 floated around on cloud nine.Floated around on cloud nine.No more working on the railroad.

In 18 hundred and forty-ten, if you want to listen I'll sing it again.

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Paw Paw Patch

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Lyrics:

Where, oh where, oh where is Susie? Where, oh where, oh where is Susie? Where, oh where, of where is Susie? Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.

Chorus:Pickin' up paw-paws; put 'em in a basket. Pickin' up paw-paws; put 'em in a basket. Pickin' up paw-paws; put 'em in a basket. Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.

My old dog started barking in the middle of the night - Peanut, peanut butterHe woke up all my neighbors, I almost got in a fight - Peanut, peanut butterSo I gave him peanut butter just to quiet him down - Peanut, peanut butterHe chewed himself to sleep and he never made a sound - Peanut, peanut butterChorus

I went to a dinner party and what did they eat? - Peanut, peanut butterI took a big bite and it stuck to my teeth - Peanut, peanut butterPeople going 'round look like they got the mumps - Peanut, peanut butterThey were eating peanut butter in great, big hunks - Peanut, peanut butterChorus

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Peanut Butter and Jelly

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

There's no recorded tune I know of - you just need to hear it done and remember.

Pinewood Derby

Take me out to the pinewood, take me out to the crowd. Buy me some graphite and a sanding block, I don't care if I ever get back.

We will root root root for my racer, If I don't win you can sayThat I cut, sanded and designed it myself In the Cub Scout Way!

B'gosh their starting the race now, I see my friend's in the heat.He's standing there biting his fingernails, but I am sure that he'll never be beat!

For, we'll root root root for my den-mate, If he doesn't win we can sayThat he cut, sanded, and designed it himselfIn the Cub Scout Way!

The Scouts have declared a winner, And I am proud to say, My racer, it got to the end of the track, And my den leader let me bring it back

For a second heat in consolation, Was my decision today. But I cut, sanded, and designed it myselfIn the Cub Scout Way!

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Pink Pajamas

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

I wear my pink pajamas, in the summer when it's hot. I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it's not. And sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall, I jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at all.

Chorus:Glory, glory, Hallelujah; Glory, glory, What's it to ya? Balmy breezes blowing through ya, With nothing on at all.

I wake up in the morning with the sheet around my head,And my little footsie-wootsies are a stickin' out of bed,And then I even notice that I'm lying on the floor,I swear I won't be drinking Coca-Cola any more.Chorsu

Continue to add the next line to the repeated list at the end of each verse.Here are some more to add:

- With these wires in my hand - I'm gonna be an ElectricIAN- With dead bodies in my hand - I'm gonna be a MorticIAN- With these nun-chuks in my hand - I'm gonna be like Jackie Chan- With this eagle in my hand - I'm gonna be an AmeriCAN- With these books in my hand - I'm gonna be a LibrarIAN- With these Fruit Loops in my hand - I'm gonna be Toucan Sam- With these ice cubes in my hand - I'm gonna be a pengUIAN- With a doughnut in each hand - I'm gonna be a pOliceman- With a calculator in my hand - I'm gonna be a mathematicIAN- With a salad bowl in my hand - I'm gonna be a vegetarIAN- With a guitar in my hand - I'm gonna be a musicIAN- With a puppy in my hand - I'm gonna be a veterinarIAN- With a fire hose in my hand - I'm gonna be a FireMAN

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Polly Wolly Doodle

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Oh, I went down south for to see my Sal Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day Oh, my Sal she is a spunky girl Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.

Chorus: Fare thee well, fare thee well Fare thee well my fairy fay. For I'm goin' to Louisiana for to see my Susy-anna Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.

Oh, my Sal she is a maiden fair Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day With curly eyes and laughing hair Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.

I came to a river and couldn't get across Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day I jumped on a gator and thought he was a hoss Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.

A grasshopper sitting on a railroad track Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day A picking his teeth with a carpet tack Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.

I'm one tough Gazookus Which hates all Palookas What ain't on the up and square. I biffs 'em and buffs 'em And always out roughs 'em But none of 'em gets nowhere.

If anyone dares to risk my Fisk, It's Boff and it's Wham, understand? So keep Good Be-hav-or That's your one life saver With Popeye the Sailor Man.

I'm Popeye the sailor manI'm Popeye the sailor manI'm strong to the fin-ichCause I eats me spin-achI'm Popeye the sailor man.I'm Popeye the sailor manI live in a garbage can.I eats all the wormsAnd spits out the germsI'm Popeye the sailor man.

I'm Popeye the sailor manI live in a frying panI turn up the heatAnd burn up my feetI'm Popeye the sailor man

I'm Popeye the sailor manI've never stepped foot on the landI like to go swimmin'With them mermaid womenAnd float on my back to get tan.

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Princess Pat

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Lyrics:

This song is comprised of obfuscated verses from the Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry regiment. See their regimental website. The verses here are a sample of one of the many different ways the song is now sung. See original verses at the end of this page for historical reference.

The Princess Pat (Egyptian hand movement & hips) Lived in a tree (Arms up over heads, making a tree bow)She sailed across (wave hands over water)The seven seas (Seven fingers, wave hands over water) She sailed across (Repeat hand wave over water) the Channel too (thumb and finger channel, two fingers)and she took with her (sling bag over shoulder) a rickabamboo (hands wave down move hips)

CHORUS

A rickabamboo (hands wave down) Now what is that? Its a something made (move fists one on top of the other)By the Princess Pat (repeat Egyptian move) Its a red and gold (hand on right hip) and a purple too (hand on left hip) That's why its called a rickabamboo (repeat motion)

Now Captain Jack (stand at Alert) Had a mighty fine crew (salute) They sailed across the channel too (as above) but their ship sank (hold noses and move body down) and your's will too (point out and finger two) if you don't take (sling bag over shoulder) a rickabamboo (hands wave down)(CHORUS)

The Princess Pat, saw Captain Jack. She reeled him in, and brought him back. She saved his life, and his crew's too, And do ya know how?- with the rickabamboo!(CHORUS)

The Princess Pat's Battalion They sailed across the Herring Pond, They sailed across the Channel too, And landed there with the Ric-A-Dam-Doo Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

The Princess Pat's Battalion Scouts They never knew their whereabouts. If there's a pub within a mile or two, You'll find them there with the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

The Lewis Guns are always true To every call of the Ric-A-Dam-Doo. They're always there with a burst or two Whenever they see the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

The Bombers of the Princess Pat's Are scared of naught, excepting rats, They're full of pep and dynamite too, They'd never lose the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

The Transport of the Princess Pat's Are all dressed up in Stetson hats. They shine their brass and limbers too I believe they'd shine the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

Old Number Three, our company We must fall in ten times a day. If we fell out 'twould never do For then we'd lose the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

Old Charlie S., our Major dear, Who always buys us rum and beer, If there's a trench in a mile or two You'll find him there with the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

Old Ackity-Ack, our Colonel grand, The leader of this noble band, He'd go to Hell and charge right through Before he'd lose the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

Old Hammy Gault, our first PP, He led this band across the sea, He'd lose an arm, or leg or two Before he'd lose the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

And then we came to Sicily. We leapt ashore with vim and glee. The Colonel said the Wops are through Let's chase the Hun with the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

The Ric-A-Dam-Doo, pray what is that? 'Twas made at home by Princess Pat, It's Red and Gold and Royal Blue, That's what we call the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo, Dam-Doo.

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Quartermaster

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Nobody Knows the Troubles I've Seen

Lyrics:

Nobody knows the grub that I've seen, Nobody knows the mixture. Nobody knows the way it's prepared, They're better off that way.

The Scouts were ravished beyond compare, They gathered and washed their hands. They came to the table and said their prayers But only I know why!

And on that boot there was a lace,A rare lace, a rattlin' lace.With the lace on the boot,And the boot on the foot,And the foot on the leg,And the leg on the flea,And the flea on the feather,And the feather on the bird,And the bird on the egg,And the egg in the nest,And the nest on the twig,And the twig on the branch,And the branch on the limb,And the limb on the tree,And the tree in the bog,And the bog down in the valley-O.Chorus

And on that lace, there was an END.

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Red River Valley

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

From this valley they say you are going, We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile, For they say you are taking the sunshine Which has brightened our pathways a while.

Chorus:Come and sit by my side if you love me; Do not hasten to bid me adieu, But remember the Red River Valley, And the girl that has loved you so true.

I've been thinking a long time, my darling, Of the sweet words you never would say, Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish? For they say you are going away. - Chorus

Won't you think of the valley you're leaving, Oh, how lonely and sad it will be, Just think of the fond heart you're breaking, And the grief you are causing to me. - Chorus

From this valley they say you are going, When you go, may your darling go too? Would you leave her behind unprotected, When she loves no one other than you. - Chorus

As you go to your home by the ocean, May you never forget those sweet hours, That we spent in the Red River Valley, And the love we exchanged 'mid the flowers. - Chorus

I have promised you, darling, that never Will a word from my lips cause you pain, And my life, it will be yours forever, If you only will love me again. - Chorus

They will bury me where you have wandered, Near the hills where the daffodils grow, When you're gone from the Red River valley, For I can't live without you I know. - Chorus

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Roadkill Stew

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Three Blind Mice Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Roadkill stew Roadkill stew Tastes so good Just like it should

First you go down to the Interstate You wait for the critter to meet its fate You take it home and make it great Roadkill stew Roadkill stew

Three blind mice are deadThree blind mice are deadSee how they lieSee how they lieCold grey bodies on the slabCold grey bodies on the slabPoor dead micePoor dead mice

Three small rodents with optical deficiencies, Three small rodents with optical deficiencies, Observe how they perambulate, Observe how they perambulate! They all hastened after the agriculturist's spouse. She severed their posterior appendages with a chef's chopping implement. Have ever you audited such an account in your existence As three small rodents with optical deficiencies?

Three small mice, three small mice,They pined for some fun, they pined for some fun.They made up their minds to set out to roam, Said they, 'Too dull to remain at home'And all the luggage they took was a comb, Three small mice, three small mice.

Three bold mice, three bold mice,They came to an inn, they came to an inn.Good evening good host can you give us a bed ?The host he grinned and shook his head So they all slept out in a field instead,Three bold mice, three bold mice.

Three cold mice, three cold mice,They woke up next morn, they woke up next morn.They each had a cold and a swollen faceFrom sleeping all night in an open space;They rose quite early and left the place.Three cold mice, three cold mice.

Three hungry mice, three hungry mice, They searched for some food, they searched for some food.But all they found was a walnut shellThat lay by the side of a dried-up well;Who had eaten the nut they could not tell, Three hungry mice, three hungry mice.

Three starved mice, three starved mice,They came to a farm, they came to a farm.The farmer was eating some bread and cheese,So they all went down on their hands and knees, Said 'Oh give us a morsel please'.Three starved mice, three starved mice.

Three glad mice, three glad mice,They ate all they could, they ate all they could.They felt so happy they danced with gleeBut the farmer's wife came out to seeWhat might their merrymaking be.Three glad mice, three glad mice.

Three poor mice, three poor mice,They soon changed their tune, they soon changed their tune.The farmer's wife said what are you at, And why are you dancing around like that ?Just wait a minute I'll fetch the cat.Three poor mice, three poor mice.

Three scared mice, three scared mice,They ran for their lives, they ran for their lives.They jumped out on the window ledge,The mention of cats put their teeth on edgeSo they hid themselves in a bramble hedge.Three scared mice, three scared mice.

Three sad mice, three sad mice,What could they do, what could they do ?The bramble hedge was most unkind, It scratched their eyes and made them blind And soon each mouse went out of his mind.Three sad mice, three sad mice.

Three blind mice, three blind mice,See how they run, see how they run.They all ran after the farmer's wifeWho cut off their tails with a carving knife,Did you ever see such a sight in your lifeAs three blind mice, three blind mice.

Three sick mice, three sick mice.They gave way to tears, they gave way to tears.They could not see and they had no endSo they went to the doctor and found a friendWho gave them some Never-Too-Late-To-Mend.Three sick mice, three sick mice.

Three wise mice, three wise mice,Rubbed rubbed away, rubbed rubbed away.And soon their tails began to growAnd their eyes recovered their sight, you know.They looked in the mirror, it told them so.Three wise ice, three wise mice.

Three proud mice, three proud mice,They soon settled down, they soon settled down.The name of their house I cannot tell,But they've learned a trade and they're doing well.If you pay them a visit, just ring the bell,Three times twice, three times twice.

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Row, Row, Row Your Boat

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merilly, Life is but a dream.

Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream. Throw the Leaders overboard And listen to them scream.

Sam, Sam, the Lavatory Man

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Sam, Sam, the lavatory man,Chief inspector of the outhouse clan (stand straight like soldier & salute)He issues the tissues, the paper, and the towels (pass out 'items')He listens to the sounds of the rumbling bowels (hold hand to ear)Down, down, down below the ground (point down on down)Where all the little poopies are swimming around (swimming motion)There sits Sam, the lavatory man,Scooping up the poopies,Scooping up the poopies,Scooping up the poopies in his little tin can!

Scout Vespers

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Oh, Christmas Tree Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Softly falls the light of day, As our campfire fades away. Silently, each Scout should ask Have I done my daily task? Have I kept my honor bright? Can I guiltless sleep tonight? Oh, have I done and have I dared Everything to be prepared?

Listen Lord, O Listen Lord, as I whisper soft and low. Bless my Mom and bless my Dad, there is something they ought to know. I will keep my honor bright, the Oath and Law will be my guide. And Mom and Dad this you should know, deep in my heart I love you so.

Quietly we join as one, Thanking God for Scouting fun, May we now go on our way. Thankful for another day. May we always love and share, Living in peace beyond compare, As Scouts may we find, Friendships true with all mankind.

Quietly we now will part, Pledging ever in our heart, To strive to do our best each day, As we travel down life's way. Happiness we'll try to give, Trying a better life to live, Till all the world Be joined in love, Living in peace under skies above.

As the night comes to this land,On my promise I will stand,I will help the pack to go,As our pack helps me to grow.Yes, I'll always give good will,I'll follow my Akela still.And before I stop to rest,I will do my very best.

Scout WETspers

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Oh, Christmas Tree Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Softly falls the rain todayAs our campsite floats away.Silently, each Scout should askDid I bring my SCUBA mask?Have I tied my tent flaps down,Learned to swim so I won't drown,Oh, have I done, and will I tryEverything to keep me dry?

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Scout who Never Returned

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: (Charlie on the MTA) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Let me tell you of a story of a Scout named [name] , On that tragic and fateful day; Put his Scout knife in his pocket; Kissed his dog and family; When to hike in the woods far away.

Well, did he ever return? No, he never returned. And his fate is still unlearned: He may roam forever in the woods and mountains, He's the Scout who never returned.

Now you citizens of [town name], Don't you think it's a scandal How ol' [name] got lost that day? Take the right equipment; TAKE ALONG A BUDDY, When you hike in the hills that way.

Or else you'll never return, No, you'll never return. And your fate will be unlearned, just like [name] You may roam forever in the woods and mountains, Like the Scout who never returned.

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Scouting Spirit

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Joy In My Heart

Lyrics:

I've got that Scouting spirit, Up in my head, Up in my head,Up in my head.I've got that Scouting spirit, Up in my head, Up in my head to stay.

I've got that Scouting spirit, Deep in my heart(continue as in first verse)

I've got that Scouting spirit, Down in my feet.

I've got that Scouting spirit, All over me.

I've got that Scouting spirit, Up in my head, Deep in my heart,Down in my feet.I've got that Scouting spirit, All over me, All over me to stay.

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Scoutleaders

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: (Home on the Range) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Aren't Scoutleaders grandFor the programs they planAnd the hours they put in each night?If they're ever homeYou know they're on the phoneFor the boys who they want to teach right.

Chorus:We're at home in the woods.On weekends with our troops we stay.Though we never get rest,The boys are doing their best,And that's what we're getting for pay!

They hike to their siteThough it takes half the nightThrough the wind and the rain and the snow!These leaders so braveThey could live in a caveExcept that their wives just say, "No!"Chorus

Camp food tastes just great,Like an old paper plate,And the bug juice is not fit to drink.So why every year,For a week we come hereIt's not for vacation, we think! Chorus

They read magazinesWith great camping scenes,Frustration does things to their brains.Champagne is taboo, Tooyees Lite too,So for forty eight hours they abstain. Chorus

They feel like old men,On a camp out, they've beenTo be clean, to be warm, to be dry!But to tell you the truth,they're re-living their youthSo in answer they merely reply! Chorus

Shaving Cream A Favorite Song

I have a sad story to tell youIt may hurt your feelings a bitLast night when I walked into my bathroomI stepped in a pile of ...

Chorus (repeat after every verse):Shaving cream, be nice and clean.Shave everyday and you'll always look keen.

I think I'll break off with my girlfriendHer antics are queer I'll admitEach time I say, 'Darling, I love you'She tells me that I'm full of ...

Our baby fell out of the windowYou'd think that her head would be splitBut good luck was with her that morningShe fell in a barrel of ...

An old lady died in a bathtubShe died from a terrible fitIn order to fulfill her wishesShe was buried in six feet of ...

When I was in France with the armyOne day I looked into my kitI thought I would find me a sandwichBut the darn thing was loaded with ...

And now, folks, my story is endedI think it is time I should quitIf any of you feel offendedStick your head in a barrel of ...

Many more verses...Our leader says Clean is a virtue,On his face you will see not one zit.Instead of washing with soap and hot water,He scrubs with a handful of ...

Last Saturday I went out hiking,I like to keep physically fit,But when I stopped for a rest break,My boots were all covered with ...

Let's have a cheer for the camp staff,They're definitely our favorite!But, every night at the campfireThey lead us and sing just like ...

I thought I would make me some tie-dyesAnd bought lots of colors for it.But after I dyed all my T-shirtsThey all were the color of ...

Our leader made us all breakfastI asked him what food was in it.He laughed as he gave me a spoonfulAnd said it was rice, beans, and ...

Our 4th day of hiking at PhilmontWe were dehydrated a bitWe'd heard that Ponil had cold root beerBut all that they gave us was...

We'd all just descended Mt. BaldyOur stomachs a bottomless pitWe just wanted Probars and jerkyBut Baldy Town made us do ...

While hiking, Joe spotted a black bearHe screamed like a girl cause of itIt left but Joe looked quite embarrassedThen we noticed his pants filled with...

I asked to come out and play baseballI'd just bought a new catchers mitt;I asked you to throw me a fastballbut you threw me a big lump of ...

Once while I was at the ball game,The batter smashed out a hit.But while he was running for second,He slipped in a big pile of ...

Last night we all had a big snowstorm,And it's time to shovel, isn't it?The only good thing about snow is,It's better than shoveling ...

They built a big wall in East Berlin.The biggest one that they could fit.But I found out what that big wall was made of.Well the whole thing was nothing but ...

Here we are in this fine health food restaurant.I hate to be picking a nit.But, waiter, I ordered your tofu,And you brought me a plate full of ...

Here we are in this fancy French restruant,And I hate to be picking a bit,But I ordered creamed fishie-soiAnd the waiter brought me a bowl of..

Here we are in this Mexican restaurant,I hate to be picking a nit,But waiter, I ordered 'El Burrito Supremo,'And you brought me a plate full of ...

I am fed up with all politicians!On Republicans and Democrats I spit!They promise you peace and employment,But give you more of the same ...

Our cars make a lot of pollutionMakes the air hard to breathe I'll admitBut if we all still rode on horsesOur streets would be covered in...

Our Christmas tree, it was so gorgeous,So brightly and brilliantly lit,And underneath were all of my presents!Yeah, boxes and boxes of ...

I was laughing so hard at these lyrics,I thought that my sides they would split,I stopped laughing just now, however 'Cause my pants just filled up with my ...

I went swimming in Lake KukamungaI thought I would cool off a bitBut when I stepped out of the waterMy body was covered in ...

I bought a computer by mail...It arrived at my door in a kit.But although I followed instructions, I ended up with a box full of ...

My program was nearly completed,In 640K it did fit,But then I wrote 'just one more feature,'And my program was blown all to ...

I went out last night to the opera,I thought I'd relax for a bit.But when I sat down in my box seatI found it was covered with ...

My in-laws came over to visit,But left in a terrible snitBecause I suggested for dinnerThat they should have plates full of ...

My wife put a sack in the garden, I'm curious I will admit,One morning I sneaked out a handful, I found it was nothing but ...

I went for a walk cross the pastureGot tired and wanted to sit But when I sat down on my bottomI sat in a pile of ...

There was a young fellow from Sparta, who could flatulate ballads and airs,He could blow out a Mozart sonata, and accompany musical chairs;One day he attempted an opera - it was hard, but he just wouldn't quit -With his head held aloft, he suddenly coughed - and collapsed in a mountain of ...

I know that these verses are scanty, the rhyme seems too much for my wit,I start out like Shakespeare and Dante, but somehow I end up with ...

My father was a lavatory cleaner,He worked all day long in the pitAnd when he came home in the eveningHe'd be covered all over in ...

Now some say he died of a feverAnd some say he died of a fit,But I know what my father died of:He died of the smell of the ...

Now some say he's buried in gravelAnd some say he's buried in grit,But I know where my father is buried:He's buried in six feet of ...

And some say he left me a fortune,While some say he left me a bit,But I know what my father left me:No more than a bucket of ...

There I was at home just relaxing,Sitting on my front porch stoop,I felt something awefully squishy,My backside was covered with ...

Last weekend was great, I went camping,In the woods with my boy scout troop.But we had to clean all the latrines,Because they were chock full of ...

I saw a paper bag on fire,Neatly tied up with a loop.I stomped out the hot, flaming fire,And that's when I noticed the ...

I stepped into something quite nasty,Something I thought was just goop.I tried hard to wipe off my sneaker,And that's when I knew it was ...

We hope you have a nice Thanksgiving,With cranberries, fresh corn, and soup.We hope that your turkey's delicious,And nobody stuffs it with ...

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She Sat on a Hillside

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

She sat on a hillside and strummed her guitar, Strummed her guitar,Strummed her guitar.She sat on a hillside and strummed her guitar, Strummed her guitar.

refrainOom plucka pluckaOom plucka pluckaOom pluck pluck pluck

He sat down beside her and smoked his cigar,Smoked his cigar,Smoked his cigar.He sat down beside her and smoked his cigarSmoked his cigar.refrain

He said that he loved her but, oh, how he lied ... refrain

They were to be married but somehow she died ... refrain

He went to her funeral but just for the ride ...

He sat by her tombstone and laughed 'til he cried ...

The tombstone fell over and squish-squash he died ...

She went up to heaven and flittered and flied ...

He went to the other place and sizzled and fried ...

The moral of this song is: don't tell a lie ...

If you want anymore you can sing it yourself ...

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Smokey the Bear

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

With a Ranger's hat and shovel and a pair of dungarees, you will find him in the forest always sniffin' at the breeze. People stop and pay attention when he tells 'em to beware, 'cause ev'rybody knows that he's the Fire Prevention Bear.

Chorus: Smokey the Bear, Smokey the Bear. Prowlin' and a growlin' and a sniffin' the air. He can find a fire before it starts to flame. That's why they call him Smokey, That was how he got his name.

You can take a tip from Smokey that there's nothin' like a tree. 'cause they're good for kids to climb in and they're beautiful to see, you just have to look around you and you'll find it's not a joke, to see what you'd be missin' if they all went up in smoke. Chorus

You can camp upon his doorstep and he'll make you feel at home; You can run and hunt and ramble anywhere you care to roam. He will let you take his honey and pretend he's not so smart, but don't you harm his trees for he's a Ranger in his heart. Chorus

If you've ever seen the forest when a fire is running wild, and you love the things within it like a mother loves her child, then you know why Smokey tells you when he sees you passing through, 'Remember...please be careful.... its the least that you can do.' Chorus

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Song That Never Ends

This is the song that never ends.It just goes on and on, my friend.Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was.And, they'll continue singing it forever, just becauseThis is the song that never ends...

(repeat forever)

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Spider On the Floor

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: If You're Happy Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

There's a spider on the floor, on the floor.There's a spider on the floor, on the floor. Who could ask for anything more, than a spider on the floor.There's a spider on the floor, on the floor.

Now the spider's on my leg, on my leg. Now the spider's on my leg, on my leg.Oh, I wish I had some Raid for this spider on my leg! Now the spider's on my leg, on my leg.

Now the spider's on my chest, on my chest! Now the spider's on my chest, on my chest!Oh, I'd squish him in my vest, if it didn't make a mess! Now the spider's on my chest, on my chest!

Now the spider's on my neck, on my neck!Now the spider's on my neck on my neck!Oh, I'm gonna be a wreck, I've got a spider on my neck! Now the spider's on my neck on my neck!

Now the spider's on my face, on my face!Now the spider's on my face, on my face !Oh, what a big disgrace, I've got a spider on my face! Now the spider's on my face, on my face

Now the spider's on my head, on my head!Now the spider's on my head, on my head!Oh, I wish that he were dead. I've got a spider on my head! Now the spider's on my head, on my head!

SPOKEN: "But he jumped off.... "

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Star Spangled Banner

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.O say, does that star-spangled banner yet waveO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it waveO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly sworeThat the havoc of war and the battle's confusionA home and a country should leave us no more?Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.No refuge could save the hireling and slaveFrom the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth waveO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,Between their loved homes and the war's desolation;Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heaven-rescued landPraise the Power that hath made and preserved us as a nation!Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall waveO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

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States

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Oh what did Delaware, boys, Oh what did Delaware?I ask you again, as a personal friend, what did Delaware?She wore her New Jersey, boys, she wore her New Jersey.I tell you again, as a personal friend, she wore her New Jersey.

2. Oh, how did Flori-die, boys?She died in Mis-sour-i, boys.3. Oh, what did Io-way, boys?She weighed a Washington, boys.4. Oh, what did Ida-ho, boys?She hoed her Mary-land, boys.5. Oh, how did Wiscon-sin, boys?She stole a New-bras-key, boys.6. Oh, what did Tennessee, boys?She saw what Arkan-sas, boys.7. Oh, where has Ore-gon, boys?She's taking Okla-home, boys.8. Oh, what did Massa-chew, boys?She chewed her Connecti-cud, boys.9. Oh, what did Missi-sip, boys?She sipped her Mini-soda, boys.10.Oh, what did Ohi-owe, boys?She owed her state Taxes, boys.

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Stay On the Sunny Side

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

(Sing the chorus to get started. Then, have people do Knock-knock jokes and sing the chorus between each joke.)

Chorus: Stay on the sunny side, Always on the sunny side, Stay on the sunny side of life. You'll feel no pain as we drive you insane, If you'll stay on the sunny side of life.

Adolph. Adolph ball hit me in the mouth and that's why I talk this way.

Little old lady. I didn't know you could yodel!

Gladys. Gladys Friday.

Orange. Orange you glad its almost over?

Dishes. Dishes the end.

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Super California Surfer

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Super California surfer, expert of the ocean. Even though the most of them Do not use suntan lotion. When they hit the waves too hard They always cause a motion. Super California surfer, expert of the ocean.

Because I was afraid to surf When I was just a lad, My father took my board away And told me I was bad. But when I learned the word That every surfer knows, The biggest word you ever heard, And this is how it goes...

Super California surfer, expert of the ocean. Even though the most of them Do not use suntan lotion. When they hit the waves too hard They always cause a motion. Super California surfer, expert of the ocean.

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Take Me Out to the Forest

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Lyrics:

Take me out to the forestLet me hike in the wild.Show me a skunk and a few bear tracks.I won't care if I never come back.But it's look, look, look at your compass.If it rains, then it pours.And it's ouch, slap, sting and your bitIn the great outdoors!

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Take Me Out to the Scout Camp

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Lyrics:

Take me out to the scout camp,Take me out with my Troop.Buy me some goodies and leathercrafts,I don't care if I ever get back.For it's swim, shoot, climb with the camp staff.If they're not trained it's a shame.For it's 1, 2, 3 miles you hike at the old scout camp.

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Taps

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Day is done, Gone the sun, From the lake, From the hills, From the sky; All is well, Safely rest, God is nigh.

Fading light, Dims the sight; And a star, Gems the sky, Gleaming bright; From afar, Drawing nigh, Falls the night.

Fades the light, Falls the night, O'er the vale, O'er the hill, O'er the sky; From afar, Shines a star; Falls the night.

MONKEY!Was swingin' from tree to treeGot stung by a bumblebee Now Monkey is so funky

ROGER!Was pitchin' for the DodgersHit someone largerNow Roger's not a Dodger

KING TUT!Doin' the Egyptian strutFell into a rutNow Tut's on his butt

CHARLIE! Was ridin' on his HarleyCrashed into Bob MarleyNow Charlie's not so gnarly

RHONDA!Was drivin' in her HondaDrove into a pond-aNow Rhonda has no Honda

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Tarzan of the Apes

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

I like bananas, coconuts and grapes I like bananas, coconuts and grapes I like bananas, coconuts and grapes That's why they call me: TARZAN OF THE APES!

(yell 'Tarzan of the Apes' as loud as possible)

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The Fox

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Oh the fox went out on a chilly night,Prayed for the moon to give him light,He'd many a mile to go that night,Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-oHe'd many a mile to go that night,Before he reached the town-o.

He ran until he came to a great big bin,The ducks and geese were put therein,Said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin,Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,Said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin,Before I leave this town-o.

He grabbed the grey goose by the neck,Slung the little one over his back,He didn't mind their quack quack quack,And the legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,No he didn't mind their quack quack quack,And the legs all dangling down-o.

Old mother pitter patter jumped out of bed,Out of the window she cocked her head,Crying, 'JOhn, John the grey goose is gone,And the fox is in the town-o, town-o, town-o,'Crying, 'John, John the grey goose is gone,And the fox is in the town-o.'

John he went to the top of the hill,Blew his horn both loud and shrill,The fox he said 'I better flee with my kill,For he'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o,'The fox he said 'I better flee with my kill,For he'll soon be on my trail-o.'

He ran 'til he came to his cozy den,There were little ones eight, nine, ten,They said, 'Daddy, Daddy, you better go back again,For it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o.'They said, 'Daddy, Daddy, you better go back again,For it must be a mighty fine town-o.'

Then the fox and his wife without any strife,Cut up the grey goose with a fork and knife,They never had such a supper in their life,And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,They never had such a supper in their life,And the little ones chewed on the bones-o.

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The Man In Black

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Well, you wonder why I always dress in blackWhy you never see bright colors on my backAnd why does my appearance seem to have a somber toneWell, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten downLiving in the hopeless, hungry side of townI wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crimeBut is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never readOr listened to the words that Jesus saidAbout the road to happiness through love and charityWhy, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doing mighty fine, I do supposeIn our streak of lightning cars and fancy clothesBut just so we're reminded of the ones who are held backUp front there oughta be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely oldFor the reckless ones whose bad trip left them coldI wear the black in mourning for the lives that could have beenEach week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have diedBelieving that the Lord was on their sideI wear it for another hundred thousand who have diedBelieving that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right, I knowAnd things need changing everywhere you goBut 'til we start to make a move to make a few things rightYou'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every dayAnd tell the world that everything's okayBut I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

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The Thing

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

While I was walking down the beach one bright and sunny day, I saw a great big wooden box a floating in the bay. I pulled it in and opened it up and much to my surprise: Oh, I discovered a (clap - clap - clap) right before my eyes. Oh, I discovered a (clap - clap - clap) right before my eyes.

I picked it up and ran to town as happy as a king. I took it to a guy I knew who'd buy most anything. But this is what he hollered at me as I walked in his shop: Oh, get out of here with that (clap - clap - clap) before I call a cop. Oh, get out of here with that (clap - clap - clap) before I call a cop.

I turned around and got right out a running for my life. And then I took it home with me to give it to my wife. But this is what she hollered at me as I walked in the door: Oh, get out of here with that (clap - clap - clap) and don't come back no more. Oh, get out of here with that (clap - clap - clap) and don't come back no more.

I wandered all around the town until I chanced to meet, A hobo who was looking for a handout on the street, He said he'd take most anything - he was a desperate man.But, when I showed him the (clap - clap - clap) he turned around and ran. Oh, when I showed him the (clap - clap - clap) he turned around and ran.

I wandered on for many years a victim of my fate. Until, one day, I came upon St. Peter at the gate. And when I tried to take it inside, he told me where to go: Get out of here with that (clap - clap - clap) and take it down below. Oh, get out of here with that (clap - clap - clap) and take it down below.

The moral of this story is if you're out on the beach, And you should see a great big box, and it's within your reach, Don't ever stop and open it up, that's my advice to you 'Cause you'll never get rid of that (clap - clap - clap) no matter what you do. 'Cause you'll never get rid of that (clap - clap - clap) no matter what you do.

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There Was an Old Lady

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Lyrics:

There was an old lady who swallowed a fly. I don't know why she swallowed a fly. I guess she'll die.

There was an old lady who swallowed a spider. That wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed a fly. I guess she'll die.

There was an old lady who swallowed a bird. How absurd! To swallow a bird! She swallowed the bird to catch the spider That wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. I guess she'll die.

There was an old lady who swallowed a cat.Imagine that! She swallowed a cat.She swallowed the cat to catch the bird. How absurd! To swallow a bird! She swallowed the bird to catch the spider That wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. I guess she'll die.

There was an old lady who swallowed a Dog.What a hog! She swallowed a dog.

There was an old lady who swallowed a Goat.She opened her throat And in walked a goat.

There was an old lady who swallowed a Cow.I don't know how She swallowed that cow.

There was an old lady, she swallowed a horse. She's DEAD of course!

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There's Nothing I'd Rather Be A Favorite Song

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Lyrics:

I'm glad I am a [camper, boy scout, teenager, ..., whatever your group is], there's nothing I'd rather be But if I weren't a [camper,...], ......

A bird watcher I would be - Hark a lark, flying through the park, SPLAT!

A plumber I would bePlunge it, flush it, look out below!

A mermaid I would beBloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop!

A carpenter I would beTwo by four, two by four, nail it to the floor! OUCH![or] Bang, Bang, Smack, Smack, Show a little butt crack.

A Lifeguard I would be,Save yourself, Man. I'm working on my tan![or] Swim Jimmy swim, I'm not getting in![or] Mouth to Mouth Resuscitate, What a way to get a date.

A Lawyer I would be,Honest. I swear, My client wasn't there

An Engineer, I would be,Push the button, push the button, kick the darn machine.

A munchkin I would be, Follow the road, follow the road, follow the yellow brick road.

A Ranger I would be,Get eaten by a bear, see if I care.

A Scoutmaster I would be,Do this, do that, Where's my coffee at?[or] Do this, do that, Doughnuts make me fat.

An SPL I would be,Do this, do that, I think I'll take a nap.

A doctor I would be Take a pill; pay my bill! I'm going golfing! [or] Needle! Thread! Stick 'em in the head!

A banker I would be, Cash the check, what the heck, I'm going golfing.

A Grandma I would be Don't cry, here's some pie, I'm going golfing.

A chef I would be, French toast, fried chicken, what the heck is that?

A bus driver I would be,Swerve, Skid, I almost hit a kid.

An ambulance driver I would be,Scrape 'em off the pavement, put 'em in a bag.

A grave digger I would be,Six feet down, plant 'em in the ground.

A grave robber I would be,Six feet up, chuck 'em in the truck.

A policeman I would be,Bang, Bang, Bang, stop or I'll shoot.

A hobo I would be,Money please, money please, Hey I found a quarter.

A boxer I would be,Left jab, right jab, upper hook, cross.

A statue (or fence post or tree) I would be,(just stand stock still).

A priest I would be,Hallelujah, amen, pass the plate around again.

A storm I would be,Thunder, lightening, very very frightening!

A ballerina I would be,Spin! Twirl! I think I'm gonna hurl!

A pizza man I would be,make a da pizza, make a da pie, choppa da onions and make a me cry

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They Ain't Gonna Climb No More

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: (Battle Hymn of the Republic) Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Chorus:Gory, gory, what a heck of a way to die.Gory, gory what a heck of a way to die.Gory, gory what a heck of a way to die.And they ain't gonna climb no more!

"Will it go around the chockstone?" called the belayer, looking up.The climber feebly answered, "Yes," and slowly inched on up.He was trying to drive a piton when his foothold crumbled out.Oh they ain't gonna climb no more!- Chorus

He slid on down the chimney and he quickly gathered speed.He shot past the belayer, who'd forgot the climber's creed.An anchor to a piton would've been all he'd ever need.Oh he ain't gonna climb no more!- Chorus

The belayer felt the rope pull taught and tried to let it run.But it jerked him from position and he knew his time had come.He left the ledge behind him and it shot up toward the sun.Oh they ain't gonna climb no more!- Chorus

They sped on down the chimney and they passed the Southern Col.They had such good exposure that it made a glorious fall.They slithered o'er a friction pitch and sped on down the wall.Oh they ain't gonna climb no more.- Chorus

The medic in the valley watched them through his telescope.And as they neared the bottom, his eyes grew bright with hope.For it had been a week or more since the parting of the rope.Oh they ain't gonna climb no more!- Chorus

One had a rope around his neck and a piton through his spleen.An ice-axe in the rucksack had split the other's bean.The trails of red marked their descent as they neared the slopes of green.Oh they ain't gonna climb no more.- Chorus

They hit the ground - the sound was "SPLAT", the blood went spurting high.Their comrades were heard to say, "What a colorful way to die!"And as they lay there rolling in the welter of their gore.Oh they ain't gonna climb no more!- Chorus

There was blood upon the rucksacks, there were brains upon the rope.Intestines were entwined across the green and grassy slope.We picked them up in a lunch pail after salvaging the rope.Oh they ain't gonna climb no more!

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This Land is Your Land

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Chorus:This land is your land, this land is my landFrom California, to the New York IslandFrom the redwood forest, to the gulf stream watersThis land was made for you and me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highwayI saw above me an endless skywayI saw below me that golden valleyThis land was made for you and me.

Chorus

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footstepsTo the sparkling sands of her diamond desertsAnd all around me a voice was soundingThis land was made for you and me.

Chorus

When the sun came shining, and I was strollingAnd the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rollingAs the fog was lifting a voice was chantingThis land was made for you and me.

Chorus

As I went walking, I saw a sign thereAnd on the sign it said, 'No Trespassing'But on the other side it didn't say nothing!That side was made for you and me.

Chorus

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my peopleBy the relief office, I seen my peopleAs they stood there hungry, I stood there askingIs this land made for you and me?

Chorus

Nobody living can ever stop meAs I go walking that freedom highwayNobody living can ever make me turn backThis land was made for you and me.

Chorus

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Tie Me Kangaroo Down

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.This is much more fun in hammed up Australian accents. The story is of an old Australian stockman that is dieing and gives instructions to his mates.

Lyrics:

I'm not gonna pull through, Blue;I'm not gonna pull through.I'm not gonna pull through, Blue,So this you gotta do ...

Tan me hide when I'm dead, FredTan me hide when I'm dead.So, we tanned his hide, when he died, ClydeAnd that's it hangin' on the shed.

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Tiger Cub Chant

Intended for:

Tiger Scouts

Required:

The more the scout leader looks like a drill instructor (Smokey bear hat, whistle etc.) the better.

Preparation:

All Tiger Scouts form a line facing the audience. The Drill Instructor stands at one end and everyone marches in place as the Leader barks out the chant and his troops repeat after him.

Notes:

I wrote this to help the Tiger Cubs remember the Scout Promise.This can be used as an inside activity or while marching on a hike. You can create a big finish at the end if the scouts yell "one, two" and "three, four" then all stop marching.

Lyrics:

Hup, two, three, four Hup two three four, We are Tiger Cubs who care, Gonna Search, Discover, Share. We are Tiger Cubs who say, Let Akela show the way. I promise to do my best, Duty, God and country's test. Helping other people so, Thats what makes a Cub Scout grow.We obey laws of the pack. To our community we give back.Sound off one two Sound off three fourHup two three four hup two....three four.

Tom the Toad A Favorite Song

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Oh, Christmas Tree Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Oh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad Why are you lying in the road? Oh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad Why are you lying in the road? You did not see that car ahead And you were flattened by the tread. Oh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad Why are you lying in the road?

Oh Fred the fish, Oh Fred the fish, Why are you lying on the dish? Oh Fred the fish, Oh Fred the fish, Why are you lying on the dish? You did not see the hook ahead, And now your head is stuffed with bread. Oh Fred the fish, Oh Fred the fish, Why are you lying on the dish?

Oh Bill the bug, oh Bill the bug, What are you doing on the rug. Oh Bill the bug, oh Bill the bug, What are you doing on the rug. You did not see the foot ahead, and now your just a spot of red, Oh Bill the bug, oh Bill the bug, What are you doing on the rug.

Oh Rog the dog, Oh Rog the dog, Why did you jump on that green log? Oh Rog the dog, Oh Rog the dog, Why did you jump on that green log? You used to like to play and track. But now you are a 'gator's snack. Oh Rog the dog, Oh Rog the dog, Why did you jump on that green log?

Oh AL the Gater, Oh Al the gater You should have waited until later. Oh Al the Gater, Oh Al the Gater You should have waited until later. You sat upon the yellow line, and now you're just a streak of slime Oh AL the Gater, Oh Al the gater You should have waited until later.

Oh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk Why do you make my tires go thunk? Oh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk Why do you make my tires go thunk? You did not look from East to West Now on the road there's such a mess. Oh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk Why do you make my tires go thunk?

Oh Billy Bat, Oh Billy Bat, Why are you lying still like that? Oh Billy Bat, Oh Billy Bat, Why are you lying still like that? Along the road you swooped and flapped, But a trucker's windshield got you zapped! Oh Billy Bat, Oh Billy Bat, Why are you lying still like that?

Oh Jake the snake, Oh Jake the snake, Why are you lying on the lake? Oh Jake the snake, Oh Jake the snake, Why are you lying on the lake? You did not see the motor boat, And now your guts are all afloat Oh Jake the snake, Oh Jake the snake, Why are you lying on the lake?

Joel the mole, Oh, Joel the Mole Why did you fall into that hole? Joel the Mole, Oh, Joel the Mole Why did you fall into that hole? You used to be so short and fat And now you are a great big SPLAT. Joel the mole, Oh Joel the Mole Why did you fall into that hole?

Oh, Tom the Cat, Oh, Tom the Cat, Why did you have to chase that Rat? Oh, Tom the Cat, Oh, Tom the Cat, Why did you have to chase that Rat? You were so soft, you loved to purr, But now you're just blood, bones and fur, Oh, Tom the Cat, Oh, Tom the Cat, Why did you have to chase that Rat?

Oh Sam the Snake, Oh Sam the Snake Why do you lie out there and bake? Oh Sam the Snake, Oh Sam the Snake Why do you lie out there and bake? You did not see that truck go by Now you look like a butterfly. Oh Sam the Snake, Oh Sam the Snake Why do you lie out there and bake?

Oh Possum Pete, Oh Possum Pete There's nothing left but hair and feet Oh Possum Pete, Oh Possum Pete There's nothing left but hair and feet You thought you'd beat that bus across Now you look like a pile of moss. Oh Possum Pete, Oh Possum Pete There's nothing left but hair and feet

Arm'dillo Tex, Arm'dillo Tex, Why are you looking so perplexed? Arm'dillo Tex, Arm'dillo Tex, Why are you looking so perplexed? Across the yellow line you strayed, The truck hit you - like a grenade! Arm'dillo Tex, Arm'dillo Tex, Why are you looking so perplexed?

Oh Doggie Spot, Oh Doggie Spot, Upon the road you're such a blot. Oh Doggie Spot, Oh Doggie Spot, Upon the road you're such a blot. Out in the lane you boldly went, Now your bod's not worth a cent! Oh Doggie Spot, Oh Doggie Spot, Upon the road you're such a blot.

Oh, Chicken Cluck you never slowed As you went running cross the road. Oh, Chicken Cluck you never slowed As you went running cross the road. Despite the other's evidence, Please tell us why you had no sense Oh, Chicken Cluck you never slowed As you went running cross the road.

I ran across! I ran across! In memory of those we lost! I ran across! I ran across! In memory of those we lost! I had to prove to Tom & Sue, & Sam & Pete, I could get through! I ran across! I ran across! In memory of those we lost!

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Trusty Tommy

Intended for:

Boy Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Yankee Doodle

A good way to remember the 12 parts of the Scout Law Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Trusty Tommy was a Boy ScoutLoyal to his mother,Helpful to the folks about,And Friendly to his brother.Courteous to the girls he knew,Kind unto his rabbit,Obedient to his father, too,and Cheerful in his habits.Thrifty saving for a need,Brave, but not a faker,Clean in thought and word and deed,And Reverent to his Maker.

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Twelve Days of Summer Camp

Intended for:

Cub Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Twelve Days of Christmas

Lyrics:

On the first day of summer campMy mother sent to me:A box of oatmeal cookies.

On the second day of summer campMy mother sent to me:Two T-shirts,And a box of oatmeal cookies.

On the third day of summer campMy mother sent to me:Three pairs of socks,Two T-shirts,And a box of oatmeal cookies.

Unicorn

A long time ago when the earth was green,There was more kinds of animals than you'd ever seen.They'd run around free while the earth was being bornBut the loveliest of them all was the unicorn.

There was green alligatorsAnd long necked geeseSome humpy back camelsAnd some chimpanzeesSome cats and rats and elephantsbut sure as you're born, the loveliest of all was the unicorn.

Now God seen some sinnin'And it gave Him pain.He said, "Stand back!I'm gonna make it rain."He said, "Hey, Brother Noah,I'll tell you what to do,Build me a floating zoo.

And take some of themGreen alligators and long necked geeseSome humpy back camels and some chimpanzeesSome cats and rats and elephantsBut sure as you're bornDon't you forget my unicorns."

Old Noah was there to answer the call.He finished up making the arkJust as the rain started to fall.He marched in the animals two by twoAnd called out as they went through,"Hey, Lord, I've got your green alligators,And long necked geeseSome humpy back camels and some chimpanzeesSome Cats and rats and elephantsBut, Lord, I'm so forlorn, I just can't see no unicorns."

Then Noah looked out through the driving rainThem unicorns were hiding, playing silly gamesKicking and splashing while the rain was pouringOh them silly unicorns.

There was green alligators and long necked geeseSome humpy back camels and some chimpanzeesAnd Noah cried, "Close the door cause the rain is pouring inAnd we just can't wait for no unicorns."

The ark started moving, it drifted with the tide.Them unicorns looked up from the rocks and they cried.And the waters came down and sort of floated them away.And that's why you'll never see a unicorn to this very day.

You'll see green alligators and long necked geeseSome humpy back camels and some chimpanzeesSome cats and rats and elephantsBut sure as you're born, You're never gonna see no unicorns.

Oh, listen to the jingle,The rumble and the roar,As she glides along the woodlands,Over hills and by the shore.Hear the mighty rush of the engine,Hear the lonesome hobos squall,While rumbling through the jungleOn Wabash Cannonball.

Now the Eastern states are dandySo the people alwasy say.From New York to St. LouisChicago, by the way,Through the hills of MinnesotaWhere the rippling waters fall,No chances to be takenon the Wabash Cannonball.

Oh, listen to the jingle,The rumble and the roar,As she glides along the woodlands,Over hills and by the shoreHear the mighty rush of the engine,Hear the lonesome hobos squall,While rumbling through the jungleOn the Wabash Cannonball

Now here's to Daddy Claxton,May his name forever standHe'll always be rememberedIn the courts throughout the landHis earthly race is overAnd the curtain round him fallsCarryin' him home to victoryOn the Wabash Cannonball.

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Waltzing Matilda

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,Under the shade of a coolibah tree,And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiledYou'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Chorus:Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong,Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbagYou'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Chorus:Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag,You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Up rode the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred,Down came the troopers - one, two, three,Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Then you turn disgustingly green Your skin as slimy as whipping cream.

So next time you see the hearse go by Watch out! You may be the next (pause) To (pause) Die!

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When Johnny Comes Marching Home

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again,Hurrah! Hurrah!We'll give him a hearty welcome thenHurrah! Hurrah!The men will cheer and the boys will shoutThe ladies they will all turn outAnd we'll all feel gay,When Johnny comes marching home.

The old church bell will peal with joyHurrah! Hurrah!To welcome home our darling boyHurrah! Hurrah!The village lads and lassies sayWith roses they will strew the way,And we'll all feel gayWhen Johnny comes marching home.

Get ready for the Jubilee,Hurrah! Hurrah!We'll give the hero three times three,Hurrah! Hurrah!The laurel wreath is ready nowTo place upon his loyal browAnd we'll all feel gayWhen Johnny comes marching home.

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Where Have All the Tigers Gone?

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

Tune: Where have all the flowers gone?

Lyrics:

Where have all the Tigers gone, long time growing Where have all the Tigers gone, in just a year Where have all the Tigers gone, Gone to Cub Scouts every oneThey've got so much to learn, They've got so much to learn.

Where have all the Cub Scouts gone, growing up so fast, Where have all the Cub Scouts gone, it took three years. Where have all the Cub Scouts gone, Gone to Webelos every one. There's still some more to learn, There's still some more to learn.

Where have all the Webelos gone, no longer little boys, Where have all the Webelos gone, fifth grade was last fall. Where have all the Webelos goneGone to Boy Scouts every one. It's a great adventure, It's a great adventure.

Where have all the Boy Scouts gone, young men standing tall, Where have all the Boy Scouts gone, eighteen draws near. Where have all the Boy Scouts gone, To fly with Eagles every one. We love to be Boy Scouts, We love to be BOY SCOUTS!

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Where Oh Where Are You Tonight?

Intended for:

All Scouts

Lyrics:

Where, oh where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I fixed the kids dinner and they are in bed now. Since you found Scouting, you're never at home.

When I started Scouting, all they ever told meWas "Go with the boys, and have lots of fun." Now all that I do is go to Scout meetings.It seems like I'm always the one on the run.

Where, oh where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I fixed the kids dinner and they are in bed now. Since you found Scouting, you're never at home.

One day I was told to try basic training.I went 'cuz it sounded like lots of fun. Now I am in charge of all of the training. Oh, Heaven help me! Now what have I done!!??!!

Where, oh where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? So sorry you missed your kid's graduation. Maybe his wedding will bring you back home.

Woodbadge was something that I'd never heard of.Worked for those beads 'till blue in my face.One day I came home and she was spring cleaning: She threw out those beads on that old shoelace!!

Where, oh where, are you tonight? Your oldest daughter just had her first son. Should I tell her now of all that's she's in for? Her life in Scouting has only begun.

Where, oh where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I fixed the kids dinner and they are in bed now.Since you found Scouting, you're never at home.

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With the Scent Of Woodsmoke

With the scent of woodsmoke drifting on the airAnd the glow of firelight we always love to shareVisions of camp-fires all returnAnd as the logs flame up and burnWe dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.

Tongues of yellow fire flickering up on highReaching twisting fingers up to a starlit skyVoices recall songs old and newSongs once dear to our fathers tooWho dreamed of bygone campfires and longed for those to come.

Gently dying embers cast a rosy glowVoices slowly sinking to tones so soft and lowSlowly upon the still night airFall faithful voices hushed in prayerThat dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.

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Yankee Doodle

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

Yankee Doodle went to townA-riding on a ponyStuck a feather in his hatAnd called it macaroni.

Yankee Doodle, keep it upYankee Doodle dandyMind the music and the stepAnd with the girls be handy.

Father and I went down to campAlong with Captain GoodingAnd there we saw the men and boysAs thick as hasty pudding.

Yankee Doodle, keep it upYankee Doodle dandyMind the music and the stepAnd with the girls be handy.

There was Captain WashingtonUpon a slapping stallionA-giving orders to his menI guess there was a million.

Yankee Doodle, keep it upYankee Doodle dandyMind the music and the stepAnd with the girls be handy.

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Yellow Rose of Texas

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

The Tune: Your browser does not support the audio element.

Lyrics:

There's a yellow rose in Texas, that I am going to see, Nobody else could miss her, not half as much as me. She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart, And if I ever find her, we nevermore will part.

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew, Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew; You may talk about your Clementine, and sing of Rosalee, But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

When the Rio Grande is flowing, the starry skies are bright, She walks along the river in the quiet summer night: I know that she remembers, when we parted long ago, I promise to return again, and not to leave her so.

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew, Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew; You may talk about your Clementine, and sing of Rosalee, But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

Oh now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe, And we'll sing the songs together, that we sung so long ago We'll play the bango gaily, and we'll sing the songs of yore, And the yellow rose of Texas shall be mine forevermore.

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew, Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew; You may talk about your Clementine, and sing of Rosalee, But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

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Yodeler on a Mountain So High A Favorite Song

Intended for:

All Scouts

Notes:

This is a hard one to learn without seeing someone do it. It is an add-on of words, motions, and sounds and is great fun at a campfire.

Lyrics:

1. There once was a yodeler on a mountain so high,When along came a (cuckoo bird) interrupting his cry.